How Easy It Is To Judge Rightly

Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would Get The Start By Rising An Hour Earlier To-morrow.

But Suppose It Was Truth Double Strong, It Were No Truth To Me If I Couldna Take It In. I Daresay There's Truth In Yon Latin Book On Your Shelves; But It's Gibberish And No Truth To Me, Unless I Know The Meaning O' The Words.

He Could Not - Say Rather, He Would Not - Deny Himself The Chance Of The Pleasure Of Seeing Margaret. He Had No End In This But The Present Gratification.

Margaret Liked This Smile; It Was The First Thing She Had Admired In This New Friend Of Her Father's; And The Opposition Of Character, Shown In All These Details Of Appearance She Had Just Been Noticing, Seemed To Explain The Attraction They Evidently Felt Towards Each Other.

She Freshens Me Up Above A Bit. Who'd Ha Thought That Face - As Bright And As Strong As The Angel I Dream Of - Could Have Known The Sorrow She Speaks On? I Wonder How She'll Sin. All On Us Must Sing.