An Old Woman ... Is

Insensibility, Of All Kinds, And On All Occasions, Most Moves My Imperial Displeasure

She [evelina] Is Not, Indeed, Like Most Modern Young Ladies; To Be Known In Half An Hour; Her Modest Worth, And Fearful Excellence, Require Both Time And Encouragement To Show Themselves.

Never Shall I Recollect The Occasion He Gave Me Of Displeasure, Without Feeling It Renewed.

I Have This Very Moment Finished Reading A Novel Called The Vicar Of Wakefield [by Oliver Goldsmith].... It Appears To Me, To Be Impossible Any Person Could Read This Book Through With A Dry Eye And Yet, I Don't Much Like It.... There Is But Very Little Story, The Plot Is Thin, The Incidents Very Rare, The Sentiments Uncommon, The Vicar Is Contented, Humble, Pious, Virtuous--but Upon The Whole The Book Has Not At All Satisfied My Expectations.

This Perpetual Round Of Constrained Civilities To Persons Quite Indifferent To Us, Is The Most Provoking And Tiresome Thing In Theworld, But It Is Unavoidable In A Country Town, Where Everybody Is Known.... 'tis A Most Shocking And Unworthy Way Of Spending Our Precious Irrecoverable Time, To Those Who Know Not Its Value.