How I Like To Be Liked, And

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.

Why Are We Never Quite At Ease In The Presence Of A Schoolmaster? Because We Are Conscious That He Is Not Quite At His Ease In Ours. He Is Awkward, And Out Of Place In The Society Of His Equals. He Comes Like Gulliver From Among His Little People, And He Cannot Fit The Stature Of His Understanding To Yours.

Gluttony And Surfeiting Are No Proper Occasions For Thanksgiving.

She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over A Book.

Who Has Not Felt How Sadly Sweet The Dream Of Home, The Dream Of Home, Steals O'er The Heart, Too Soon To Fleet, When Far O'er Sea Or Land We Roam?