War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even

I Shall Soon Be Six-and-twenty. Is There Anything In The Future That Can Possibly Console Us For Not Being Always Twenty-five?

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

The Great Object Of Life Is Sensation - To Feel That We Exist - Even Though In Pain - It Is This "craving Void" Which Drives Us To Gaming - To Battle - To Travel - To Intemperate But Keenly Felt Pursuits Of Every Description Whose Principal Attraction Is The Agitation Inseparable From Their Accomplishment.

'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life Prolongs It.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.