All We Need To Make Us Really

Duty--the Command Of Heaven, The Eldest Voice Of God.

All Who Have Travelled Through The Delicious Scenery Of North Devon Must Needs Know The Little White Town Of Bideford, Which Slopes Upwards From Its Broad Tide-river Paved With Yellow Sands, And Many-arched Old Bridge, Where Salmon Wait For Autumn Floods, Toward The Pleasant Upland On The West.

The Men Whom I Have Seen Succeed Best In Life Always Have Been Cheerful And Hopeful Men; Who Went About Their Business With A Smile On Their Faces; And Took The Changes And Chances Of This Mortal Life Like Men; Facing Rough And Smooth Alike As It Came.

Some Say That The Age Of Chivalry Is Past, That The Spirit Of Romance Is Dead. The Age Of Chivalry Is Never Past, So Long As There Is A Wrong Left Unredressed On Earth.

And No One Has The Right To Say That No Water-babies Exist, Till They Have Seen No Water-babies Existing; Which Is Quite A Different Thing, Mind, From Not Seeing Water-babies; And A Thing Which Nobody Ever Did, Or Perhaps Will Ever Do. But Surely ... They Would Have Put It Into Spirits, Or Into The Illustrated News, Or Perhaps Cut It Into Two Halves, Poor Dear Little Thing, And Sent One To Professor Owen, And One To Professor Huxley, To See What They Would Each Say About It.