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

The drunkard’s sin, excess in wine… Which reason drowns, and health de… As yet no failing is of thine, Dear Jim; strong drink’s not give… You from the cool fresh stream all…

Unto a Yorkshire school was sent A negro youth to learn to write, And the first day young Juba went All gazed on him as a rare sight. But soon with altered looks askanc…

‘Our governess is not in school, So we may talk a bit; Sit down upon this little stool, Come, little Mary, sit: ’And, my dear playmate, tell me wh…

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…

A dinner party, coffee, tea, Sandwich, or supper, all may be In their way pleasant. But to me Not one of these deserves the prai… That welcomer of new—born days,

Whene’er I fragrant coffee drink, I on the generous Frenchman think… Whose noble perseverance bore The tree to Martinico’s shore. While yet her colony was new,

Said Ann to Matilda, 'I wish tha… If what we’ve been reading of fair… Do you think that the poet himself… The fairies he here does so pretti… O what a sweet sight if he really…

My parents sleep both in one grave… My only friend’s a brother. The dearest things upon the earth We are to one another. A fine stout boy I knew him once,

David and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam’s cave, Nigh which no water they could hav… Nor spring nor running brook was n…

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

Thou too art dead, ——! very kind Hast thou been to me in my childis… Thou best good creature. I have n… How thou didst love thy Charles,… A prating school—boy: I have not…

Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun—beams play; Though they’re fleeting, and retre… Thou hast more deceit than they. In thy channel, in thy channel,

SISTER. Do, my dearest brother John, Let that butterfly alone. BROTHER. What harm now do I do?

Why on your sister do you look, Octavius, with an eye of scorn, As scarce her presence you could b… Under one roof you both were born. Why, when she gently proffers spee…