One May Be Clogged With Honey And

She Would Fain Have Caught At The Skirts Of That Departing Time, And Prayed It To Return, And Give Her Back What She Had Too Little Valued While It Was Yet In Her Possession. What A Vain Show Life Seemed! How Unsubstantial, And Flickering, And Flitting! It Was As If From Some Aerial Belfry, High Up Above The Stir And Jar Of The Earth, There Was A Bell Continually Tolling, ‘all Are Shadows!—all Are Passing!—all Is Past!

It Is Odd Enough To See How The Entrance Of A Person Of The Opposite Sex Into An Assemblage Of Either Men Or Women Calms Down The Little Discordances And The Disturbance Of Mood.

To Be Sure A Stepmother To A Girl Is A Different Thing To A Second Wife To A Man!

As She Realized What Might Have Been, She Grew To Be Thankful For What Was.

No One Loves Me, - No One Cares For Me, But You, Mother.