Except A Living Man, There Is Nothing

[at The End Of The Story, Its Main Character, Tom] Is Now A Great Man Of Science, And Can Plan Railroads, And Steam-engines, And Electric Telegraphs, And Rifled Guns, And So Forth; And Knows Everything About Everything, Except Why A Hen's Egg Don't Turn Into A Crocodile, And Two Or Three Other Little Things That No One Will Know Till The Coming Of The Cocqcigrues.

The Loveliest Fairy In The World; And Her Name Is Mrs Do As You Would Bed One By.

Duty--the Command Of Heaven, The Eldest Voice Of God.

Truth, For Its Own Sake, Had Never Been A Virtue With The Roman Clergy.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?