A Report Of A Most Alarming Nature

She Went, However, And They Sauntered About Together Many A Half Hour In Mr. Grant's Shrubbery, The Weather Being Unusually Mild For The Time Of Year, And Venturing Sometimes Even To Sit Down On One Of The Benches Now Comparatively Unsheltered, Remaining There Perhaps Till, In The Midst Of Some Tender Ejaculation Of Fanny's On The Sweets Of So Protracted An Autumn, They Were Forced By The Sudden Swell Of A Cold Gust Shaking Down The Last Few Yellow Leaves About Them, To Jump Up And Walk For Warmth.

What Strange Creatures Brothers Are!

Everybody's Heart Is Open, You Know, When They Have Recently Escaped From Severe Pain, Or Are Recovering The Blessing Of Health.

I Have No Talent For Certainty.

Mrs. Jennings Was A Widow, With An Ample Jointure. She Had Only Two Daughters, Both Of Whom She Had Lived To See Respectably Married, And She Had Now Therefore Nothing To Do But To Marry All The Rest Of The World.