Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

Take All The Pleasures Of All The Spheres, And Multiply Each Through Endless Years,- One Minute Of Heaven Is Worth Them All.

And The Tear That We Shed, Though In Secret It Rolls, Shall Long Keep His Memory Green In Our Souls.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.