It Was Terribly Beautiful To

I. At Tea The Kettle Descants In A Cosy Drone, And The Young Wife Looks In Her Husband's Face, And Then In Her Guest's, And Shows In Her Own Her Sense That She Fills An Envied Place; And The Visiting Lady Is All Abloom, And Says There Was Never So Sweet A Room. And The Happy Young Housewife Does Not Know That The Woman Beside Her Was His First Choice, Till The Fates Ordained It Could Not Be So.... Betraying Nothing In Look Or Voice The Guest Sits Smiling And Sips Her Tea, And He Throws Her A Stray Glance Yearningly.

...she Moved About In A Mental Cloud Of Many-coloured Idealities, Which Eclipsed All Sinister Contingencies By Its Brightness.

Remember That The Best And Greatest Among Mankind Are Those Who Do Themselves No Worldly Good. Every Successful Man Is More Or Less A Selfish Man. The Devoted Fail.

We Colour And Mould According To The Wants Within Us Whatever Our Eyes Bring In.

The Resolution To Avoid An Evil Is Seldom Framed Till The Evil Is So Far Advanced As To Make Avoidance Impossible.