Oh, Only Those Whose Souls Have Felt

No Hour Arrives So Soon As The One We Dread.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.

Oh, Only Those Whose Souls Have Felt This One Idolatry Can Tell How Precious Is The Slightest Thing Affection Gives And Hallows.

And This Is Woman's Fate: All Her Affections Are Called Into Life By Winning Flatteries, And Then Thrown Back Upon Themselves To Perish; And Her Heart, Her Trusting Heart, Filled With Weak Tenderness, Is Left To Bleed Or Break!