There seems a general wish of decrying the capacity and undervaluing the labor of the novelist, and of slighting performances which have only genius, wit and taste to recommend them.

“Elinor made no answer. Her thoughts were silently fixed on the irreparable inju…”

“For six weeks, I allow Bath is pleasant enough; but beyond that, it is the most…”

“Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never…”

“To say the truth,' replied Miss Crawford, 'I am something like the famous Doge …”