Danger For Danger's Sake Is Senseless.

Nature, At All Events, Humanly Speaking, Is Manifestly Very Fond Of Color; For She Has Made Nothing Without It. Her Skies Are Blue; Her Fields, Green; Her Waters Vary With Her Skies; Her Animals, Vegetables, Minerals, Are All Colored. She Paints A Great Any Of Them In Apparently Superfluous Hues, As If To Show The Dullest Eye How She Loves Color.

With Spots Of Sunny Openings, And With Nooks To Lie And Read In, Sloping Into Brooks.

Fail Not To Call To Mind, In The Course Of The Twenty-fifth Of This Month, That The Divinest Heart That Ever Walked The Earth Was Born On That Day; And Then Smile And Enjoy Yourselves For The Rest Of It; For Mirth Is Also Of Heaven's Making.

A Large Bare Forehead Gives A Woman A Masculine And Defying Look. The Word "effrontery" Comes From It. The Hair Should Be Brought Over Such A Forehead As Vines Are Trailed Over A Wall.

Wit Is The Clash And Reconcilement Of Incongruities; The Meeting Of Extremes Round A Corner.