A Solitary Life Cherishes Mere Fancies Until

How Shall I Ever Tell Aunt Shaw?' She Whispered, After Some Time Of Delicious Silence. 'let Me Speak To Her.' 'oh, No! I Owe It To Her, - But What Will She Say?' 'i Can Guess. Her First Exclamation Will Be, "that Man!" ' 'hush!' Said Margaret, 'or I Shall Try And Show You Your Mother's Indignant Tones As She Says, "that Woman!"

He Loved Her, And Would Love Her; And Defy Her, And This Miserable Bodily Pain.

If You Dare To Injure Her In The Least, I Will Await You Where No Policeman Can Step In Between. And God Shall Judge Between Us Two.

He Had Not An Ounce Of Superfluous Flesh On His Bones, And Leanness Goes A Great Way Towards Gentility.

One May Be Clogged With Honey And Unable To Rise And Fly.