JACQUELINE

A familiarity which, had he known it,was not flatteringA mother's geese are always swansAs we grow older we lay aside harshjudgments and sharp wordsBathers, who exhibited themselves inall degrees of uglinessBlow which annihilates our supremeillusionDeath is not that last sleepFool (there is no cure for thatinfirmity)Fred's verses were not good, but theywere full of dejectionGreat interval between a dream and itsexecutionHang out the bush, but keep no tavernHis sleeplessness was not the insomniaof geniusImportance in this world are as easilyswept away as the sandMusic--so often dangerous to marriedhappinessNatural longing, that we all have, toknow the worstNotion of her husband's having anopinion of his ownOld women--at least thirty years old!Pride supplies some sufferers withnecessary courageSeemed to enjoy themselves, or madebelieve they didSeldom troubled himself to please anyone he did not care forSmall women ought not to grow stoutSympathetic listening, never havingherself anything to sayThe bandage love ties over the eyes ofmenThe worst husband is always better thannoneThis unending warfare we call loveUnwilling to leave him to the repose heneededWaste all that upon a thing that nobodywill ever look atWomen who are thirty-five should neverweep