The Ultimate Good Desired Is Better Reached

The Foliage Has Been Losing Its Freshness Through The Month Of August, And Here And There A Yellow Leaf Shows Itself Like The First Gray Hair Amidst The Locks Of A Beauty Who Has Seen One Season Too Many.

It Seems To Me That At This Time We Need Education In The Obvious More Than Investigation Of The Obscure.

Lord, Bid War's Trumpet Cease; Fold The Whole Earth In Peace.

Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which His Ancestors Ride.

You Hear That Boy Laughing?you Think He's All Fun; But The Angels Laugh, Too, At The Good He Has Done; The Children Laugh Loud As They Troop To His Call, And The Poor Man That Knows Him Laughs Loudest Of All.