And Remember This, That If You've Been

She Was A Woman Who, Between Courses, Could Be Graceful With Her Elbows On The Table.

I Ought To Tell You That I'm Probably Your Cousin.

A Solitary Maple On A Woodside Flames In Single Scarlet, Recalls Nothing So Much As The Daughter Of A Noble House Dressed For A Fancy Ball, With The Whole Family Gathered Around To Admire Her Before She Goes.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

It Exhibits The Effort Of An Essentially Prosaic Mind To Lift Itself, By A Prolonged Muscular Strain, Into Poetry.