New Year's Day Is Every Man's Birthday.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.

A Poor Relation—is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature.

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.

I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some Men Toil After Virtue.

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.