Bury The Dead. Say Robinson Crusoe Was

Wipe Your Glasses With What You Know.

Children Must Be Educated By Love, Not Punishment.

A Wild Angel Had Appeared To Him, The Angel Of Mortal Youth And Beauty, An Envoy From The Fair Courts Of Life, To Throw Open Before Him In An Instant Of Ecstasy The Gates Of All The Ways Of Error And Glory.

A Way A Lone A Last A Loved A Long The Riverrun, Past Eve And Adam's, From Swerve Of Shore To Bend Of Bay, Brings Us By A Commodius Vicus Of Recirculation Back To Howth Castle And Environs.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.