I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some

You Do Not Play Then At Whist, Sir? Alas, What A Sad Old Age You Are Preparing For Yourself!

Gone Before To That Unknown And Silent Shore.

Much Depends Upon When And Where You Read A Book. In The Five Or Six Impatient Minutes Before The Dinner Is Quite Ready, Who Would Think Of Taking Up The Faerie Queen For A Stopgap, Or A Volume Of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

A Poor Relation—is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature.

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!