I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

Coleridge Declares That A Man Cannot Have A Good Conscience Who Refuses Apple Dumplings, And I Confess That I Am Of The Same Opinion.

All People Have Their Blind Side-their Superstitions.

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

To Pile Up Honey Upon Sugar, And Sugar Upon Honey, To An Interminable Tedious Sweetness.