Thank Goodness I Was Never Sent To

Sunday, January 27, 1884. -- There Was Another Story In The Paper A Week Or So Since. A Gentleman Had A Favourite Cat Whom He Taught To Sit At The Dinner Table Where It Behaved Very Well. He Was In The Habit Of Putting Any Scraps He Left Onto The Cat's Plate. One Day Puss Did Not Take His Place Punctually, But Presently Appeared With Two Mice, One Of Which It Placed On Its Master's Plate, The Other On Its Own.

It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child Is More Alive To The Fresh Beauty Of The Country Than A Child Who Is Country Born

All Outward Forms Of Religion Are Almost Useless, And Are The Causes Of Endless Strife. Believe There Is A Great Power Silently Working All Things For Good, Behave Yourself And Never Mind The Rest.

For Quiet, Solitary And Observant Children Create Their Own World And Live In It, Nourishing Their Imaginations On The Material At Hand.

I Do So Hate Finishing Books. I Would Like To Go On With Them For Years.