Among The Smaller Duties Of Life I

Lucy, Dear Child, Mind Your Arithmetic. You Know In The First Sum Of Yours I Ever Saw There Was A Mistake. You Had Carried Two (as A Cab Is Licensed To Do), And You Ought, Dear Lucy, To Have Carried But One. Is This A Trifle? What Would Life Be Without Arithmetic, But A Scene Of Horrors.

Find Fault, When You Must Find Fault, In Private, If Possible; And Some Time After The Offense, Rather Than At The Time.

People Who Love Only Once In Their Lives Are Shallow People. What They Call Their Loyalty, And Their Fidelity, I Call Either The Lethargy Of Custom, Or Their Lack Of Imagination

How Can A Bishop Marry? How Can He Flirt? The Most He Can Say Is "i Will See You In The Vestry After Service."

Scotland: That Garret Of The Earth - That Knuckle-end Of England - That Land Of Calvin, Oatcakes, And Sulfur.