I Am Not An Angel,"

You Transfix Me Quite.

Too Often Do Reviewers Remind Us Of The Mob Of Astrologers, Chaldeans, And Soothsayers Gathered Before 'the Writing On The Wall' And Unable To Read The Characters Or Make Known The Interpretation.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

Strange That Grief Should Now Almost Choke Me, Because Another Human Being's Eye Has Failed To Greet Mine.

Dread Remorse When You Are Tempted To Err, Miss Eyre; Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.