But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through

The Waste Of Plenty Is The Resource Of Scarcity.

Death Comes To All. His Cold And Sapless Hand Waves O'er The World, And Beckons Us Away. Who Shall Resist The Summons?

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.

Tea, Late Dinners And The French Revolution. I Cannot Exactly See The Connection Of Ideas.

The Highest Wisdom And The Highest Genius Have Been Invariably Accompanied With Cheerfulness. We Have Sufficient Proofs On Record That Shakespeare And Socrates Were The Most Festive Companions.