To Sigh, Yet Feel No

I Have Something More To Do Than To Feel.

Nothing To Me Is More Distasteful Than That Entire Complacency And Satisfaction Which Beam In The Countenances Of A New Married Couple; In That Of The Lady Particularly; It Tells You That Her Lot Is Disposed Of In This World; That You Can Have No Hopes For Her.

I Even Think That, Sentimentally, I Am Disposed To Harmony. But Organically I Am Incapable Of A Tune.

When I Am Not Walking, I Am Reading. I Cannot Sit And Think.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.