Asparagus Inspires Gentle Thoughts.

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

When Thus The Heart Is In A Vein Of Tender Thought, The Simplest Strain Can Touch It With Peculiar Power.

I Like You And Your Book, Ingenious Hone! In Whose Capacious All-embracing Leaves The Very Marrow Of Tradition 's Shown; And All That History, Much That Fiction Weaves.

A Babe Is Fed With Milk And Praise.

Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved Once At A Funeral.