These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.