A Light Wind Swept Over The Corn,

If I Hate The Sins, I Love The Sinner, And Would Do Much For His Salvation

I Thought Mr. Millward Never Would Cease Telling Us That He Was No Tea-drinker, And That It Was Highly Injurious To Keep Loading The Stomach With Slops To The Exclusion Of More Wholesome Sustenance, And So Give Himself Time To Finish His Fourth Cup.

The Bud, Though Plucked, Would Not Be Withered, Only Transplanted To A Fitter Soil To Ripen And Blow Beneath A Brighter Sun; And Though I Might Not Cherish And Watch My Child's Unfolding Intellect, He Would Be Snatched Away From All The Suffering And Sins Of Earth; And My Understanding Tells Me This Would Be No Great Evil; But My Heart Shrinks From The Contemplation Of Such A Possibility, And Whispers I Could Not Bear To See Him Die.

Beauty Is That Quality Which, Next To Money, Is Generally The Most Attractive To The Worst Kinds Of Men; And, Therefore, It Is Likely To Entail A Great Deal Of Trouble On The Possessor.

I Will Give My Whole Heart And Soul To My Maker If I Can,' I Answered, 'and Not One Atom More Of It To You Than He Allows. What Are You, Sir, That You Should Set Yourself Up As A God, And Presume To Dispute Possession Of My Heart With Him To Whom I Owe All I Have And All I Am, Every Blessing I Ever Did Or Ever Can Enjoy - And Yourself Among The Rest - If You Are A Blessing, Which I Am Half Inclined To Doubt.