—Dorothy Dix.
November Twenty-ninth
“If ever you’re attacked with the gout, sir, just you marry a widder as has got a good loud woice, with a decent notion of using it.”
—Dickens.
November Thirtieth
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man’s field yields him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
—Martial.
December First
“It behooves a husband, if he would not be forgotten, to stay alive.”