As Half In Shade And Half In

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

Oft In The Stilly Night, Ere Slumber's Chain Has Bound Me, Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me; The Smiles, The Tears, Of Boyhood's Years, The Words Of Love Then Spoken; The Eyes That Shone Now Dimmed And Gone, The Cheerful Hearts Now Broken.

How Convalescence Shrinks A Man Back To His Pristine Stature! Where Is Now The Space, Which He Occupied So Lately, In His Own, In The Family's Eye?