Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

We Watch'd Her Breathing Through The Night, Her Breathing Soft And Low, As In Her Breast The Wave Of Life Kept Heaving To And Fro.

She Stood Breast-high Amid The Corn Clasp'd By The Golden Light Of Morn, Like The Sweetheart Of The Sun, Who Many A Glowing Kiss Had Won.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

Experience Enables Me To Depose To The Comfort And Blessing That Literature Can Prove In Seasons Of Sickness And Sorrow.