The Only Hero Known To My Childhood

It Is A Good Rule Never To See Or Talk To The Man Whose Words Have Wrung Your Heart, Or Helped It, Just As It Is Wise Not To Look Down Too Closely At The Luminous Glow Which Sometimes Shines On Your Path On A Summer Night, If You Would Not See The Ugly Worm Below.

The Only Hero Known To My Childhood Was Henry Clay.

It Was Part Of Your Religion To Hate The British.

Every Child Was Taught From His Cradle That Money Was Mammon, The Chief Agent Of The Flesh And The Devil. As He Grew Up It Was His Duty As A Christian And A Gentleman To Appear To Despise Filthy Lucre, Whatever His Secret Opinion Of It Might Be.

For, After All, Put It As We May To Ourselves, We Are All Of Us From Birth To Death Guests At A Table Which We Did Not Spread.