We Must Consider What Miss.

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Blank To Me.

The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It; And Everyday Confirms My Belief Of The Inconsistencies Of All Human.

Everybody Likes To Go Their Own Way–to Choose Their Own Time And Manner Of Devotion.

That Will Do Extremely Well, Child. You Have Delighted Us Long Enough. Let The Other Young Ladies Have Time To Exhibit.