Doubtless A Great Anguish May Do The

Oh, Child, Men's Men: Gentle Or Simple, They're Much Of A Muchness.

We Look At The One Little Woman's Face We Love, As We Look At The Face Of Our Mother Earth, And See All Sorts Of Answers To Our Own Yearnings.

I Cherish My Childish Loves--the Memory Of That Warm Little Nest Where My Affections Were Fledged.

The Mind That Is Too Ready At Contempt And Reprobation Is, I May Say, As A Clenched Fist That Can Give Blows, But Is Shut Up From Receiving And Holding Ought That Is Precious.

Solomon's Proverbs, I Think, Have Omitted To Say, That As The Sore Palate Findeth Grit, So An Uneasy Consciousness Heareth Innuendos.