All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar

A Babe Is Fed With Milk And Praise.

Science Has Succeeded To Poetry, No Less In The Little Walks Of Children Than With Men. Is There No Possibility Of Averting This Sore Evil?

The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!