I Am No Indiscriminate Novel Reader. The

To Be So Bent On Marriage - To Pursue A Man Merely For The Sake Of Situation - Is A Sort Of Thing That Shocks Me; I Cannot Understand It. Poverty Is A Great Evil, But To A Woman Of Education And Feeling It Ought Not, It Cannot Be The Greatest. I Would Rather Be A Teacher At A School (and I Can Think Of Nothing Worse) Than Marry A Man I Did Not Like.

Her Heart Did Whisper That He Had Done It For Her.

The Truth Is, That In London It Is Always A Sickly Season. Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

She Denied None Of It Aloud, And Agreed To None Of It In Private.

It Is Indolence... Indolence And Love Of Ease; A Want Of All Laudable Ambition, Of Taste For Good Company, Or Of Inclination To Take The Trouble Of Being Agreeable, Which Make Men Clergymen. A Clergyman Has Nothing To Do But Be Slovenly And Selfish; Read The Newspaper, Watch The Weather, And Quarrel With His Wife. His Curate Does All The Work And The Business Of His Own Life Is To Dine.