The Present Is Our Own; But While

They Have Poisoned The Thames And Killed The Fish In The River. A Little Further Development Of The Same Wisdom And Science Will Complete The Poisoning Of The Air, And Kill The Dwellers On The Banks. I Almost Think It Is The Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.

Clouds On Clouds, In Volumes Driven, Curtain Round The Vault Of Heaven.

Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

But Though First Love's Impassioned Blindness Has Passed Away In Colder Light, I Still Have Thought Of You With Kindness, And Shall Do, Till Our Last Goodnight. The Ever-rolling Silent Hours Will Bring A Time We Shall Not Know, When Our Young Days Of Gathering Flowers Will Be An Hundred Years Ago.