When I Was A Beggarly Boy, And

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

Good Heavens, Of What Un Costly Material Is Our Earthly Happiness Composed... If We Only Knew It. What Incomes Have We Not Had From A Flower, And How Unfailing Are The Dividends Of The Seasons.

All Share In The Government Of The World Was Denied For Centuries To Perhaps The Ablest, Certainly The Most Tenacious Race That Had Ever Lived In It

Stories Now, To Suit A Public Taste, Must Be Half Epigram, Half Pleasant Vice.

If Youth Be A Defect, It Is One That We Outgrow Only Too Soon.