Oh, 'tis Love, 'tis Love That Makes

Off With Their Heads!

Is All Our Life, Then But A Dream Seen Faintly In The Golden Gleam Athwart Time's Dark Resistless Stream?

Can You Row?" The Sheep Asked, Handing Her A Pair Of Knitting-needles As She Spoke. "yes, A Little--but Not On Land--and Not With Needles--" Alice Was Beginning To Say.

With A Sort Of Mental Squint.

"well, I Never Heard It Before," Said The Mock Turtle; "but It Sounds Uncommon Nonsense."