"the Horror Of That Moment," The King

The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I Get.

Epithets, Like Pepper, Give Zest To What You Write; And If You Strew Them Sparely, They Whet The Appetite: But If You Lay Them On Too Thick, You Spoil The Matter Quite!

One Of The Secrets Of Life Is That All That Is Really Worth The Doing Is What We Do For Others.

The Good And Great Must Ever Shun That Reckless And Abandoned One Who Stoops To Perpetrate A Pun.

And Ever, As The Story Drained The Wells Of Fancy Dry, And Faintly Strove That Weary One To Put The Subject By, "the Rest Next Time--" "it Is Next Time!" The Happy Voice Cry. Thus Grew The Tale Of Wonderland