I Don't See How He Can Ever

First, I Hate All Theological Controversy: It Is Wearing To The Temper, And Is I Believe (at All Events When Viva Voce) Worse Than Useless.

I Can't Explain Myself, I'm Afraid, Sir,' Said Alice, 'because I'm Not Myself You See.

Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards.

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

If Doubtful Whether To End With "yours Faithfully," Or "yours Truly," Or "yours Most Truly," &c. (there Are At Least A Dozen Varieties, Before You Reach "yours Affectionately"), Refer To Your Correspondent's Last Letter, And Make Your Winding-up At Least As Friendly As His: In Fact, Even If A Shade More Friendly, It Will Do No Harm!