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Those Who Are Happy And Successful Themselves Are Too Apt To Make Light Of The Misfortunes Of Others.

I Do Try To Say, God’s Will Be Done, Sir,” Said The Squire, Looking Up At Mr. Gibson For The First Time, And Speaking With More Life In His Voice; “but It’s Harder To Be Resigned Than Happy People Think.

There Is Nothing Like Wounded Affection For Giving Poignancy To Anger.

Yet It Was Very Difficult To Separate Her Interpretation, And Keep It Distinct From His Meaning.

Every Mile Was Redolent Of Associations, Which She Would Not Have Missed For The World, But Each Of Which Made Her Cry Upon 'the Days That Are No More' With Ineffable Longing.