I Have Been Taking My Daily Walk

American Gentlemen Are A Cross Between English And French Men, And Yet Really Altogether Like Neither. They Are More Refined And Modest Than Frenchmen, And Less Manly, Shy, And Rough, Than Englishmen. Their Brains Are Finer And Flimsier, Their Bodies Less Robust And Vigorous Than Ours. We Are The Finer Animals, And They The Subtler Spirits. Their Intellectual Tendency Is To Excitement And Insanity, And Ours To Stagnation And Stupidity.

My Chief Time For Reading Is At Night While Brushing My Hair Before I Go To Bed, And As You May Suppose, But Little Profit And Pleasure Can Be Derived From Such Mere Sips At The Well Of Knowledge. 'tis A Great Privation To Me, For My Desire For Information Increases Instead Of Diminishing, And I Look Forward With Great Anxiety To The Time When I Can Improve My Poor Neglected Mind And Learn Some Of The Few Exhaustless Store Of Things Which I Wish To Know.

Maids Must Be Wives, And Mothers, To Fulfil Th' Entire And Holiest End Of Woman's Being.

Better Trust All, And Be Deceived, And Weep That Trust And That Deceiving, Than Doubt One Heart, That If Believed Had Blessed One's Life With True Believing.

Place, Time, Life, Death, Earth, Heaven Are Divisions And Distinctions We Make, Like The Imaginary Lines We Trace Upon The Surface Of The Globe.