It's A Father's Duty To Give His

No Man Can Be Wise On An Empty Stomach.

Somebody Put A Drop Under A Magnifying-glass And It Was All Semicolons And Parentheses.

I Could Not Without Vile Hypocrisy And A Miserable Truckling To The Smile Of The World ... Profess To Join In Worship Which I Wholly Disapprove.

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.

I Might Mention All The Divine Charms Of A Bright Spring Day, But If You Had Never In Your Life Utterly Forgotten Yourself In Straining Your Eyes After The Mounting Lark, Or In Wandering Through The Still Lanes When The Fresh-opened Blossoms Fill Them With A Sacred Silent Beauty Like That Of Fretted Aisles, Where Would Be The Use Of My Descriptive Catalogue?