A Rose With All Its

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

The Devil Was The First Democrat

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

I Shall Soon Be Six-and-twenty. Is There Anything In The Future That Can Possibly Console Us For Not Being Always Twenty-five?