If You Get Into The Habit Of

We Call Them Dumb Animals, And So They Are, For They Cannot Tell Us How They Feel, But They Do Not Suffer Less Because They Have No Words.

My Troubles Are All Over, And I Am At Home; And Often Before I Am Quite Awake, I Fancy I Am Still In The Orchard At Birtwick, Standing With My Friends Under The Apple Trees.

Give Me The Handling Of A Horse For Twenty Minutes, And I'll Tell You What Sort Of A Groom He Has Had.

Why Don't They Cut Their Own Children's Ears Into Points To Make Them Look Sharp? Why Don't They Cut Off Their Noses To Make Them Look Plucky? One Would Be Just As Sensible As The Other. What Right Have They To Torment And Disfigure God's Creatures?

The First Place That I Can Well Remember Was A Large Pleasant Meadow With A Pond Clear Water In It. Some Shady Trees Leaned Over It, And Rushes And Water-lilies Grew At The Deep End.