It Is Difficult For Woman To Try

I Cherish My Childish Loves--the Memory Of That Warm Little Nest Where My Affections Were Fledged.

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.

All Passion Becomes Strength When It Has An Outlet.

Childhood Has No Forebodings; But Then, It Is Soothed By No Memories Of Outlived Sorrow.

Perspective, As Its Inventor Remarked, Is A Beautiful Thing. What Horrors Of Damp Huts, Where Human Beings Languish, May Not Become Picturesque Through Aerial Distance! What Hymning Of Cancerous Vices May We Not Languish Over As Sublimest Art In The Safe Remoteness Of A Strange Language And Artificial Phrase! Yet We Keep A Repugnance To Rheumatism And Other Painful Effects When Presented In Our Personal Experience.