No One Can Be Happy In Eternal

Chess-players Are So Unsociable, They Are No Company For Any But Themselves.

Because I Imagine There Must Be Only A Very, Very Few Men In The World, That I Should Like To Marry; And Of Those Few, It Is Ten To One I May Never Be Acquainted With One; Or If I Should, It Is Twenty To One He May Not Happen To Be Single, Or To Take A Fancy To Me.

This Paper Will Serve Instead Of A Confidential Friend Into Whose Ear I Might Pour Forth The Overflowings Of My Heart. It Will Not Sympathize With My Distresses, But Then, It Will Not Laugh At Them, And, If I Keep It Close, It Cannot Tell Again; So It Is, Perhaps, The Best Friend I Could Have For The Purpose.

He Had Not Breathed A Word Of Love, Or Dropped One Hint Of Tenderness Or Affection, And Yet I Had Been Supremely Happy. To Be Near Him, To Hear Him Talk As He Did Talk, And To Feel That He Thought Me Worthy To Be So Spoken To - Capable Of Understanding And Duly Appreciating Such Discourse - Was Enough.

Such Humble Talents As God Had Given Me I Will Endeavour To Put To Their Greatest Use; If I Am Able To Amuse, I Will Try To Benefit Too; And When I Fell It My Duty To Speak Unpalatable Truth, With The Help Of God, I Will Speak It, Through It Be To The Prejudice Of My Name And To The Detriment Of My Reader's Immediate Pleasure As Well As My Own.