I Feel An Earnest And

Do The Wise Thing And The Kind Thing Too, And Make The Best Of Us And Not The Worst.

Change Begets Change. Nothing Propagates So Fast.

The Sun,--the Bright Sun, That Brings Back, Not Light Alone, But New Life, And Hope, And Freshness To Man--burst Upon The Crowded City In Clear And Radiant Glory. Through Costly-coloured Glass And Paper-mended Window, Through Cathedral Dome And Rotten Crevice, It Shed Its Equal Ray.

I Looked At The Stars, And Considered How Awful It Would Be For A Man To Turn His Face Up To Them As He Froze To Death, And See No Help Or Pity In All The Glittering Multitude.

... She Indulged In Melancholy - That Cheapest And Most Accessible Of Luxuries.