Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.