I will be a Friend to you, and you shall take care of my Linen

…for my master, bad as I have thought him, is not half so bad as this woman.–To be sure she must be an atheist!

How true is the observation that unrequited love turns to deepest hate.

O how can wicked men seem so steady and untouched with such black hearts, while poor innocents stand like malefactors before them!

And what after all, is death?? ‘Tis but a cessation from mortal life; ’tis but the finishing of an appointed course; the refreshing inn after a fatiguing journey; the end of a life of cares...