Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.

A lady, without a family, was the very best preserver of furniture in the world.

Between Barton and Delaford, there was that constant communication which strong family affection would naturally dictate;—and among the merits and the happiness of Elinor and Marianne, let it not be ranked as the least considerable, that though sisters, and living almost within sight of each other, they could live without disagreement between themselves, or producing coolness between their husbands.

Her family had of late been exceedingly fluctuating. For many years of her life she had had two sons; but the crime and annihilation of Edward a few weeks ago, had robbed her of one; the similar annihilation of Robert had left her for a fortnight without any; and now, by the resurrection of Edward, she had one again.

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?