I sometimes wish I was half so good." "You are good enough for me; Belle is very good, but somehow her goodness makes a fellow uncomfortable.

She is what I call distressingly good; one doesn't want to be treated like a wild beast in a menagerie, and to be every now and then stirred up with a long stick." "What a comparison!" "Well it is a fact; when a fellow's been busy all day pouring over Coke and Blackstone, or casting up wearisome rows of figures, and seeks a young lady's society in the evening, he wants to enjoy himself, to bathe in the sunshine of her smiles, and not to be lectured about his shortcomings.

I tell you, Jeanette, it comes hard on a fellow." "You want some one to smooth the wrinkles out of the brow of care, and not to add fresh ones." "Yes, and I hope it will be my fortune to have a fair soft hand like his," said Mr.Romaine, slightly pressing Jeanette's hand to perform the welcome and agreeable task.
"Belle's hand would be firmer than mine for the talk." "It is not the strong hand, but the tender hand I want in a woman." "But Belle is very kind; she did it all for your own good." "Of course she did; my father used to say so when I was a boy, and he corrected me; but it didn't make me enjoy the correction." "It is said our best friends are those who show us our faults, and teach us how to correct them." "My best friend is a dear, sweet girl who sits by my side, who always welcomes me with a smile, and beguiles me so with her conversation, that I take no note of the hours until the striking of the clock warns me it is time to leave; and I should ask no higher happiness than to be permitted to pass all the remaining hours of my life at her side.

Can I dare to hope for such a happy fortune ?" A bright flush overspread the cheek of Jeanette Roland; there was a sparkle of joy in her eyes as she seemed intently examining the flowers on her mother's carpet, and she gently referred him to Papa for an answer.

In due time Mr.Roland was interviewed, his consent obtained, and Jeanette Roland and Charles Romaine were affianced lovers.
* * * * * "Girls, have you heard the news ?" said Miss Tabitha Jones, a pleasant and wealthy spinster, to a number of young girls who were seated at her tea table.
"No! what is it ?" "I hear Mr.Romaine is to be married next spring." "To whom ?" "Jeanette Roland." "Well! I do declare; I thought he was engaged to Belle Gordon." "I thought so too, but it is said that she refused him, but I don't believe it; I don't believe that she had a chance." "Well I do." "Why did she refuse him ?" "Because he would occasionally take too much wine." "But he is not a drunkard." "But she dreads that he will be." "Well! I think it is perfectly ridiculous.