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Animal Crackers, And Cocoa To Drink That Is The Finest Of Suppers, I Think When I'm Grown Up And Can Have What I Please, I Think I Shall Always Insist Upon These.

When Abraham Lincoln Was Murdered The One Thing That Interested Matthew Arnold Was That The Assassin Shouted In Latin As He Lept On The Stage This Convinced Matthew There Was Still Hope For America.

Beauty Is Ever To The Lonely Mind A Shadow Fleeting; She Is Never Plain. She Is A Visitor Who Leaves Behind The Gift Of Grief, The Souvenir Of Pain.

The Little Plumpuppets Are Fairies Of Beds; They Have Nothing To Do But Watch Sleepyheads; They Turn Down The Sheets And They Tuck You In Tight, And Dance On Your Pillow To Wish You Good Night!

There Are Certain People Whom One Feels Almost Inclined To Urge To Hurry Up And Die So That Their Letters Can Be Published.