For What Do We Live, But To

Nobody Could Catch Cold By The Sea; Nobody Wanted Appetite By The Sea; Nobody Wanted Spirits; Nobody Wanted Strength. Sea Air Was Healing, Softening, Relaxing - Fortifying And Bracing - Seemingly Just As Was Wanted - Sometimes One, Sometimes The Other. If The Sea Breeze Failed, The Seabath Was The Certain Corrective; And Where Bathing Disagreed, The Sea Air Alone Was Evidently Designed By Nature For The Cure.

Yes, Vanity Is A Weakness Indeed. But Pride - Where There Is A Real Superiority Of Mind, Pride Will Be Always Under Good Regulation.

It Was Not In Her Nature, However, To Increase Her Vexations By Dwelling On Them. She Was Confident Of Having Performed Her Duty, And To Fret Over Unavoidable Evils, Or Augment Them By Anxiety, Was Not Part Of Her Disposition.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.

Sitting With Her On Sunday Evening - A Wet Sunday Evening - The Very Time Of All Others When If A Friend Is At Hand The Heart Must Be Opened, And Every Thing Told.