The Further Off From England The Nearer

When, As A Child, I First Opened My Eyes On A Sunday-morning, A Feeling Of Dismal Anicipation, Which Began At Least On The Friday,culminated. I Knew What Was Before Me, And My Wish, If Not My Word, Was "would God It Were Evening!" It Was No Day Of Rest, But A Day Of Texts, Of Catechisms (watts'), Of Tracts About Converted Swearers, Godly Charwomen, And Edifying Deaths Of Sinners Saved.... There Was But One Rosy Spot, In The Distance, All That Day: And That Was "bed-time," Which Never Could Come Too Early!

Photography Is My One Recreation And I Think It Should Be Done Well.

I Have Often Seen A Cat Without A Grin - But A Grin Without A Cat - Remember The Cat Kept Appearing And Disappearing Slowly Bit By Bit.

All That Matters Is What We Do For Each Other.

Some Children Have The Most Disagreeable Way Of Getting Grown-up