It Was A High Counsel That I

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

A Noble Type Of Good. Heroic Womanhood.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

A Stiff Letter Galls One Like A Stiff Shirt Collar -- Whilst A Sheet Garnished Here And There With A Careless Blot -- And Here And There A Dash -- But In The Main Full Of Excellent Matter, Is Like A Clever Fellow In A Dirty Shirt Whom We Value For The Good Humour He Brings With Him And Not For The Garb He Wears.

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.