Anticipation Was The Soul Of Enjoyment.

Margaret Found That The Indifferent, Careless Conversations Of One Who, However Kind, Was Not Too Warm And Anxious A Sympathizer, Did Her Good.

All The Earth, Though It Were Full Of Kind Hearts, Is But A Desolation And Desert Place To A Mother When Her Only Child Is Absent.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

I Dare Not Hope. I Never Was Fainthearted Before; But I Cannot Believe Such A Creature Cares For Me.

Margaret The Churchwoman, Her Father The Dissenter, Higgins The Infidel, Knelt Down Together. It Did Them No Harm.