Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

The Thing That Teases The Mind Over And Over For Years, And At Last Gets Itself Put Down Rightly On Paper - Whether Little Or Great, It Belongs To Literature.

In The Life Of Each Of Us There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness.

Yes'm, Old Friends Is Always Best, 'less You Can Catch A New One That's Fit To Make An Old One Out Of.

Some Set More By Such Things As Come From A Distance, But I Rec'lect Mother Always Used To Maintain That Folks Was Meant To Be Doctored With The Stuff That Grew Right About 'em.

There Was A Patient Look On The Old Man's Face, As If The World Were A Great Mistake And He Had Nobody With Whom To Speak His Own Language Or Find Companionship.