I Cannot Help But Think A Curious

My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether In Watercolors, But They Wanted Softness And A Great Deal Of Finish.

A Mocking Bird Regularly Resorts To The South Angle Of A Chimney Top And Salutes Us With Sweetest Notes From The Rising Of The Moon Until About Midnight.

I Wish I Had Eight Pairs Of Hands, And Another Body To Shoot The Specimens.

To Be A Good Draftsman Was To Me A Blessing.

But Hopes Are Shy Birds Flying At A Great Distance, Seldom Reached By The Best Of Guns.