I Still Have In My Memory, Almost

It Is With The Approach Of Winter That Cats...wear Their Richest Fur And Assume An Air Of Sumptuous And Delightful Opulence.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.

I Still Held Fast To My Determination To Become A Minister; It Still Seemed To Me That That Was My Duty. I Had Pledged Myself, In My Prayers I Had Given My Word To God. How Could I Therefore Break My Vow?

The Moon Of A Bright Silver, Which Dazzles By Its Shining, Illumines A World Which Surely Is No Longer Ours; For It Resembles In Nothing What May Be Seen In Other Lands.

Egypt, The Egypt Of Antiquity, At A Later Time, Exercised A Mysterious Fascination Over Me. I Recognized A Picture Of It Immediately, Without Hesitation And Astonishment, In An Illustrated Magazine.