Dear Me, If Men And

They Were Enjoying The Happy Hour That Seldom Comes But Once In Any Life, The Magical Moment Which Bestows Youth On The Old, Beauty On The Plain, Wealth On The Poor, And Gives Human Hearts A Foretaste Of Heaven.

But, Like All Happiness, It Did Not Last Long.

She Is Too Fond Of Books, And It Has Turned Her Brain.

Our Actions Are In Our Own Hands, But The Consequences Of Them Are Not. Remember That, My Dear, And Think Twice Before You Do Anything.

Have Your Fun, My Dear; But If You Must Earn Your Bread, Try To Make It Sweet With Cheerfulness, Not Bitter With The Daily Regret That It Isn't Cake.