The Dog Is The God Of Frolic.

Badgered, Snubbed And Scolded On The One Hand; Petted, Flattered And Indulged On The Other-it Is Astonishing How Many Children Work Their Way Up To An Honest Manhood In Spite Of Parents And Friends. Human Nature Has An Element Of Great Toughness In It.

There Is Not A Heart But Has Its Moments Of Longing, Yearning For Something Better; Nobler; Holier Than It Knows Now.

Titles Are Too "thin" For The Nineteenth Century.

Now Comes The Mystery.

There Is No Friendship, No Love, Like That Of The Parent For The Child.