The World Is Young: The Former Great

Can Anybody Remember When The Times Were Not Hard And Money Not Scarce?

Crime And Punishment Grow Out Of One Stem. Punishment Is A Fruit That Unsuspected Ripens Within The Flower Of The Pleasure Which Concealed It.

We Learn That God Is; That He Is In Me; And That All Things Are Shadows Of Him.

What Your Heart Thinks Is Great, Is Great. The Soul's Emphasis Is Always Right.

The Cities Drain The Country Of The Best Part Of Its Population: The Flower Of The Youth, Of Both Sexes, Goes Into The Towns, Andthe Country Is Cultivated By A So Much Inferior Class. The Land,--travel A Whole Day Together,--looks Poverty-stricken, And The Buildings Plain And Poor.