A Light Wind Swept Over The Corn,

You Cannot Expect Stone To Be As Pliable As Clay.

She Left Me, Offended At My Want Of Sympathy, And Thinking, No Doubt, That I Envied Her. I Did Not - At Least, I Firmly Believed I Did Not.

But, God Knows Best, I Concluded.

There Are Great Books In This World And Great Worlds In Books.

I Thought Mr. Millward Never Would Cease Telling Us That He Was No Tea-drinker, And That It Was Highly Injurious To Keep Loading The Stomach With Slops To The Exclusion Of More Wholesome Sustenance, And So Give Himself Time To Finish His Fourth Cup.