My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.

“persuading himself that he was a mostconscientious and glorious martyr, [he] no…”

“Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon he…”

“if I was a painter, and was to paint the American Eagle, how should I do it?...…”

“Sudden shifts and changes are no bad preparation for political life.”