Reader, I Married Him.

Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

As Far As My Experience Of Matrimony Goes -- I Think It Tends To Draw You Out Of, And Away From Yourself.

I Believe In Some Blending Of Hope And Sunshine Sweetening The Worst Lots. I Believe That This Life Is Not All; Neither The Beginning Nor The End. I Believe While I Tremble; I Trust While I Weep.

I Feel Monotony And Death To Be Almost The Same.

Tact, If It Be Genuine, Never Sleeps.