The Cook Was A Good Cook, As

He Is One Of Those People Who Would Be Enormously Improved By Death.

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

The Censorious Said She Slept In A Hammock And Understood Yeats's Poems, But Her Family Denied Both Stories.

It Is One Of The Consolations Of Middle Aged Reformers That The Good That They Inculcate Must Live After Them If It Is To Live At All.

I Am Not Collecting Copies Of The Cheaper Editions Of Omar Khayyám. I Gave The Last Four That I Received To The Lift-boy, And I Like To Think Of Him Reading Them, With Fitzgerald's Notes, To His Aged Mother. Lift-boys Always Have Aged Mothers; Shows Such Nice Feeling On Their Part, I Think.