No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It

All Good And True Book-lovers Practice The Pleasing And Improving Avocation Of Reading In Bed ... No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It Has Been Slept With And Dreamed Over.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning A Rag, Or Is There A Dead Mule In The Back Yard? No, The Man Is Smoking A Five-cent Cigar.

I'd Like A Stocking Made For A Giant, And A Meeting House Full Of Toys, Then I'd Go Out In A Happy Hunt For The Poor Little Girls And Boys; Up The Street And Down The Street, And Across And Over The Town, I'd Search And Find Them Everyone, Before The Sun Went Down.

Let My Temptation Be A Book, Which I Shall Purchase, Hold And Keep.