Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.

Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

Experience Enables Me To Depose To The Comfort And Blessing That Literature Can Prove In Seasons Of Sickness And Sorrow.