Learn The Sweet Magic Of A Cheerful

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

Seventeen Hundred And Fifty-five. Georgius Secundus Was Then Alive,-- Snuffy Old Drone From The German Hive.

The Sound Of A Kiss Is Not So Loud As That Of A Cannon, But Its Echo Lasts A Great Deal Longer.

The Sea Drowns Out Humanity And Time. It Has No Sympathy With Either, For It Belongs To Eternity; And Of That It Sings Its Monotonous Song Forever And Ever.

A Few Can Touch The Magic String, And Noisy Fame Is Proud To Win Them: Alas For Those That Never Sing, But Die With All Their Music In Them!