It Taught Me To Hope, As I

That Will Do Extremely Well, Child. You Have Delighted Us Long Enough. Let The Other Young Ladies Have Time To Exhibit.

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

Obstinate, Headstrong Girl!

I Can Recollect Nothing More To Say At Present; Perhaps Breakfast May Assist My Ideas. I Was Deceived -- My Breakfast Supplied Only Two Ideas -- That The Rolls Were Good And The Butter Bad.

I Have Been Used To Consider Poetry As "the Food Of Love" Said Darcy. "of A Fine, Stout, Healthy Love It May. Everything Nourishes What Is Strong Already. But If It Be Only A Slight, Thin Sort Of Inclination, I Am Convinced That One Good Sonnet Will Starve It Entirely Away.