...those Serpents! There's No Pleasing Them!

And Ever, As The Story Drained The Wells Of Fancy Dry, And Faintly Strove That Weary One To Put The Subject By, "the Rest Next Time--" "it Is Next Time!" The Happy Voice Cry. Thus Grew The Tale Of Wonderland

All That Matters Is What We Do For Each Other.

Five O'clock Tea" Is A Phrase Our "rude Forefathers," Even Of The Last Generation, Would Scarcely Have Understood, So Completelyis It A Thing Of To-day; And Yet, So Rapid Is The March Of The Mind, It Has Already Risen Into A National Institution, And Rivals, In Its Universal Application To All Ranks And Ages, And As A Specific For "all The Ills That Flesh Is Heir To," The Glorious Magna Charta.

It Was For Bringing The Cook Tulip-roots Instead Of Onions.

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!