Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

Five O'clock Tea" Is A Phrase Our "rude Forefathers," Even Of The Last Generation, Would Scarcely Have Understood, So Completelyis It A Thing Of To-day; And Yet, So Rapid Is The March Of The Mind, It Has Already Risen Into A National Institution, And Rivals, In Its Universal Application To All Ranks And Ages, And As A Specific For "all The Ills That Flesh Is Heir To," The Glorious Magna Charta.

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!

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As The Days Go By

No Good Fish Goes Anywhere Without A Porpoise.