And I Would Hear Yet Once Before

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.

The Mellow Autumn Came, And With It Came The Promised Party, To Enjoy Its Sweets. The Corn Is Cut, The Manor Full Of Game; The Pointer Ranges, And The Sportsman Beats In Russet Jacket;--lynx-like Is His Aim; Full Grows His Bag, And Wonderful His Feats. An, Nutbrown Partridges! An, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

One Certainly Has A Soul; But How It Came To Allow Itself To Be Enclosed In A Body Is More Than I Can Imagine.

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?