Greatly Begin. Though Thou Have Time, But

His Heart Kep' Goin' Pity-pat, But Hern Went Pity-zekle.

It Is Curious How Tyrannical The Habit Of Reading Is, And What Shifts We Make To Escape Thinking. There Is No Bore We Dread Being Left Alone With So Much As Our Own Minds.

The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses Come And Go.

All Thoughtful Men Are Solitary And Original In Themselves.

In The Parliament Of The Present Every Man Represents A Constituency Of The Past.