Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

All Beginnings Are Very Troublesome Things.

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?

Consistency Is A Human Word, But It Certainly Expresses Nothing Human.

Alas! We Give Our Own Coloring To The Actions Of Others.