Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard

Portable Property Is Happiness In A Pocketbook.

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.

There Are People, Who The More You Do For Them, The Less They Will Do For Themselves.

I Can Recollect Nothing More To Say At Present; Perhaps Breakfast May Assist My Ideas. I Was Deceived -- My Breakfast Supplied Only Two Ideas -- That The Rolls Were Good And The Butter Bad.

It Would Be Mortifying To The Feelings Of Many Ladies, Could They Be Made To Understand How Little The Heart Of A Man Is Affected By What Is Costly Or New In Their Attire.