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Much Have I Travell'd In The Realms Of Gold.

Give Me Books, French Wine, Fruit, Fine Weather And A Little Music Played Out Of Doors By Somebody I Do Not Know.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

He, Who Is Gone, Was One Of The Very Kindest Friends I Possessed, And Yet He Was Not Kinder Perhaps To Me, Than To Others. His Intense Mind And Powerful Feelings Would, I Truly Believe, Have Done The World Some Service, Had His Life Been Spared But He Was Of Too Sensitive A Nature And Thus He Was Destroyed!