He Then Learns That In Going Down

Defect In Manners Is Usually The Defect Of Fine Perceptions. Elegance Comes Of No Breeding, But Of Birth.

The Sun Shines And Warms And Lights Us And We Have No Curiosity To Know Why This Is So; But We Ask The Reason Of All Evil, Of Pain, And Hunger, And Mosquitoes And Silly People.

Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

The Finest Poetry Was First Experience.

Can Anybody Remember When The Times Were Not Hard And Money Not Scarce?