War Makes Rattling Good History.

Ladies Know What To Guard Against, Because They Read Novels That Tell Them Of These Tricks.

So Each Had A Private Little Sun For Her Soul To Bask In; Some Dream, Some Affection, Some Hobby, Or At Least Some Remote And Distant Hope.

We Ought To Have Lived In Mental Communion, And No More.

Of Course Poets Have Morals And Manners Of Their Own, And Custom Is No Argument With Them.

He Knelt And Bent Lower, Till Her Breath Warmed His Face, And In A Moment His Cheek Was In Contact With Hers. She Was Sleeping Soundly, And Upon Her Eyelashes There Lingered Tears.