Nature, Always Inartistic, Takes Pleasure In Creating

He Is Very Imprudent, A Dog; He Never Makes It His Business To Inquire Whether You Are In The Right Or The Wrong, Never Asks Whether You Are Rich Or Poor, Silly Or Wise, Sinner Or Saint. You Are His Pal. That Is Enough For Him.

Ambition Is Only Vanity Ennobled.

It Is Easy Enough To Say That Poverty Is No Crime. No; If It Were Men Wouldn't Be Ashamed Of It. It Is A Blunder, Though, And Is Punished As Such. A Poor Man Is Despised The Whole World Over.

In The Church Is A Memorial To Mrs. Sarah Hill, Who Bequeathed 1 Pound Annually, To Be Divided At Easter, Between Two Boys And Two Girls Who "have Never Been Undutiful To Their Parents; Who Have Never Been Known To Swear Or To Tell Untruths, To Steal, Or To Break Windows." Fancy Giving Up All That For Five Shillings A Year! It Is Not Worth It!

The Weather Is Like The Government, Always In The Wrong.