A Light Wind Swept Over The Corn,

If Ever I Am A Mother I Will Zealously Strive Against This Crime Of Over- Indulgence. I Can Hardly Give It A Milder Name When I Think Of The Evils It Brings.

I Am Truly Miserable - More So Than I Like To Acknowledge To Myself. Pride Refuses To Aid Me. It Has Brought Me Into The Scrape, And Will Not Help Me Out Of It.

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.

Reading Is My Favourite Occupation, When I Have Leisure For It And Books To Read.

And Why Should He Interest Himself At All In My Moral And Intellectual Capacities: What Is It To Him What I Think And Feel?' I Asked Myself. And My Heart Throbbed In Answer To The Question.