Sunday Clears Away The Rust Of The

The Schoolboy Counts The Time Till The Return Of The Holidays; The Minor Longs To Be Of Age; The Lover Is Impatient Till He Is Married.

A Money-lender--he Serves You In The Present Tense; He Lends You In The Conditional Mood; Keeps You In The Conjunctive; And Ruins You In The Future.

Talk Not Of Love: Thou Never Knew'st Its Force.

I Should Think Myself A Very Bad Woman, If I Had Done What I Do For A Farthing Less.

If We Hope For What We Are Not Likely To Possess, We Act And Think In Vain, And Make Life A Greater Dream And Shadow Than It Really Is.