The human heart is like india-rubber; a little swells it$$$ but a great deal will not burst it.

The human heart is like india-rubber; a little swells it$$$ but a great deal will not burst it. If "little more than nothing will disturb it$$$ little less than all things will suffice" to break it. As in the outer members of our frame$$$ there is a vital power inherent in itself that strengthens it against external violence.

I am sorry$$$ Miss Grey$$$ you should think it necessary to interfere with Master Bloomfield's amusements; he was very much distressed about you destroying the birds.''When Master Bloomfield's amusements consist in injuring sentient creatures$$$' I answered$$$ 'I think it my duty to interfere.''You seemed to have forgotten$$$' said she$$$ calmly$$$ 'that the creatures were all created for our convenience.'I thought that doctrine admitted some doubt$$$ but merely replied - 'If they were$$$ we have no right to torment them for our am

Already$$$ I seemed to feel my intellect deteriorating$$$ my heart petrifying$$$ my soul contracting; and Itrembled lest my very moral perceptions should become deadened$$$ my distinctions of right and wrong confounded$$$ and all my better faculties be sunk$$$ at last$$$ beneath the baneful influence of such a mode of life. The gross vapors of earth were gathering around me$$$ and closing in upon my inward heaven; and thus it was that Mr.

It is foolish to wish for beauty.  Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others.  If the mind be but well cultivated$$$ and the heart well disposed$$$ no one ever cares for the exterior.  So said the teachers of our childhood; and so say we to the children of the present day.  All very judicious and proper$$$ no doubt; but are such assertions supported by actual experience?We are naturally disposed to love what gives us pleasure$$$ and what more pleasing than a beautiful face—when we know no harm of the possessor at least?  A little girl loves her bird—Wh

A little girl loves her bird--Why? Because it lives and feels; because it is helpless and harmless? A toad$$$ likewise$$$ lives and feels$$$ and is equally helpless and harmless; but though she would not hurt a toad$$$ she cannot love it like the bird$$$ with its graceful form$$$ soft feathers$$$ and bright$$$ speaking eyes.

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated$$$ and the heart well disposed$$$ no one ever cares for the exterior.

One bright day in the last week of February$$$ I was walking in the park$$$ enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude$$$ a book$$$ and pleasant weather.

Reading is my favourite occupation$$$ when I have leisure for it and books to read.

The next visit I paid to Nancy Brown was in the second week in March: for$$$ though I had many spare minutes during the day$$$ I seldom could look upon an hour as entirely my own; since$$$ when everything was left to the caprices of Miss Matilda and her sister$$$ there could be no order or regularity.