Flirting Is A Woman’s Trade,

I Believe She Thought I Had Forgotten My Station; And Yours, Sir.' 'station! Station!-- Your Station Is In My Heart, And On The Necks Of Those Who Would Insult You, Now Or Hereafter.

My Home Is Humble And Unattractive To Strangers, But To Me It Contains What I Shall Find Nowhere Else In The World - The ... Affection Which Brothers And Sisters Feel For Each Other.

Out Of Association Grows Adhesion, And Out Of Adhesion Amalgamation.

Of Late Years An Abundant Shower Of Curates Has Fallen Upon The North Of England.

You Know Full Well As I Do The Value Of Sisters' Affections: There Is Nothing Like It In This World.