A Progeny Of Learning.

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.

The Quarrel Is A Very Pretty Quarrel As It Stands - We Should Only Spoil It By Trying To Explain It.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line,-by Deeds, Not Years.

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.