An Album Is A Garden, Not For

He Might Have Proved A Useful Adjunct, If Not An Ornament To Society.

The Beggar Wears All Colors Fearing None.

Those Evening Bells! Those Evening Bells! How Many A Tale Their Music Tells Of Youth And Home, And That Sweet Time When Last I Heard Their Soothing Chime!

When Thus The Heart Is In A Vein Of Tender Thought, The Simplest Strain Can Touch It With Peculiar Power.

How I Like To Be Liked, And What I Do To Be Liked!