Carols Of Gladness Ring From Every Tree.

I Have Been Out Again On The River, Rowing. I Find Nothing New.

Children Are Made Of Eyes And Ears, And Nothing, However Minute, Escapes Their Microscopic Observation.

In The North We Could Not Hope To Keep The Worst And Poorest Servant For A Single Day In The Wretched Discomfort In Which Our Negro Servants Are Forced Habitually To Live.

The Most Intense Curiosity And Excitement Prevailed, And Though The Weather Was Uncertain, Enormous Masses Of Densely Packed People Lined The Road, Shouting And Waving Hats And Handkerchiefs As We Flew By Them.

Rome ... Seems To Me The Place In The World Where One Can Best Dispense With Happiness.