The Mere Habit Of Learning To Love

Fraternal Love, Sometimes Almost Every Thing, Is At Others Worse Than Nothing.

She Told The Story, However, With Great Spirit Among Her Friends; For She Had A Lively, Playful Disposition, Which Delighted In Any Thing Ridiculous.

Is There Not Something Wanted, Miss Price, In Our Language - A Something Between Compliments And - And Love - To Suit The Sort Of Friendly Acquaintance We Have Had Together?

The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient-at Others So Bewildered And Weak-and At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control!

It Is Particularly Incumbent On Those Who Never Change Their Opinion, To Be Secure Of Judging Properly At First.