He who had broken a mother's heart must be a fiend, worthy of eternal abhorrence.
"If you live to years of womanhood," said my expiring mother, "and your heart awakens to love, as alas for woman's destiny it will, then read my life's sad experience, and be warned by my example." Sad prophetess! Death has consecrated thy prediction, but it is yet unfulfilled.

When will womanhood commence, on whose horizon the morning star of love is to rise in clouded lustre?
Surely I am invested with a woman's dignity, in that great arm-chair, behind the green-covered desk.

I feel very much like a blown rose, surrounded by the rose-bud garland of childhood.

Yet Dr.Harlowe calls me "little girl," and Mr.Regulus "my child," when the pupils are not by; then it is "Miss Gabriella." They forget that I am sixteen, and that I have grown taller and more womanly in the last year; but the awakening heart has not yet throbbed at its dawning destiny, the day-star of love has not risen on its slumbers..