Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor

A Happy Childhood Is The Pledge Of A Ripe Manhood.

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

Children Are Illuminated Text-books, Breviaries Of Doctrine, Living Bodies Of Divinity, Open Always And Inviting Their Elders To Peruse The Characters Inscribed On The Lovely Leaves.

Who Loves A Garden Still His Eden Keeps.

If The Ancients Left Us Ideas, To Our Credit Be It Spoken That We Moderns Are Building Houses For Them -- Structures Which Neither Plato Nor Archimedes Had Dreamed Possible.