I'd Rather See You Poor

Salt Is Like Good-humor, And Nearly Every Thing Is Better For A Pinch Of It.

But, Polly, A Principle That Can't Bear Being Laughed At, Frowned On, And Cold-shouldered, Isn't Worthy Of The Name.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents.

Many Wise And True Sermons Are Preached Us Everyday By Unconscious Ministers In Street, School, Office, Or Home; Even A Fair Table May Become A Pulpit, If It Can Offer The Good And Helpful Words Which Are Never Out Of Season.