Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

The Story, From Beginning To End, I Found Again In A Heart Of A Friend.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.