For One Thing, I Was No Longer

Dear Grandmamma, With What We Give. We Humbly Pray That You May Live. For Many, Many Happy Years: Although You Bore Us All To Tears.

The Llama Is A Woolly Sort Of Fleecy Hairy Goat, With An Indolent Expression And An Undulating Throat; Like An Unsuccessful Literary Man.

Of All Fatiguing, Futile, Empty Trades, The Worst, I Suppose, Is Writing About Writing.

And The Men That Were Boys When I Was A Boy Shall Sit And Drink With Me.

It Has Been Discovered That With A Dull Urban Population, All Formed Under A Mechanical System Of State Education, A Suggestion Or Command, However Senseless And Unreasoned, Will Be Obeyed If It Be Sufficiently Repeated.