Incorrectness in your speech Carefully avoid, my Anna; Study well the sense of each Sentence, lest in any manner It misrepresent the truth;

Well, they are gone, and here must… This lime—tree bower my prison! I… Beauties and feelings, such as wou… Most sweet to my remembrance even… Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness!…

JANE. Miss Lydia every day is drest Better than I am in my best White cambric—muslin frock. I wish I had one made of clear

In one great man we view with odds A parallel to all the gods. Great Jove, that shook heaven wit… Could never match his princely bow… In him a Bacchus we behold:

Sister, fie, for shame, no more, Give this ignorant babble o’er, Nor with little female pride Things above your sense deride. Why this foolish under—rating

Anna was always full of thought As if she’d many sorrows known, Yet mostly her full heart was frau… With troubles that were not her ow… For the whole school to Anna used…

Margaret, in happy hour Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,

WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply… Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead…

In your garb and outward clothing A reservëd plainness use; By their neatness more distinguish… Than the brightness of their hues. All the colours in the rainbow

JANE. Mamma is displeased and looks very… And I own, brother, I was to blam… Just now when I told her I wanted… Like Miss Lydia, a very fine name…

‘Tell me, would you rather be Changed by a fairy to the fine Young orphan heiress Geraldine, Or still be Emily? ’Consider, ere you answer me,

A stranger, and alone, I past tho… We past so late together; and my h… Felt something like desertion, whe… Around me, and the well—known voic… Was absent, and the cordial look w…

This picture does the story expres… Of Moses in the bulrushes. How livelily the painter’s hand By colours makes us understand! Moses that little infant is.

An Ape is but a trivial beast, Men count it light and vain; But I would let them have their t… To have my Ape again. To love a beast in any sort

Joy to Philip, he this day Has his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gay parade,