The Worse My Drawings Were, The More

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.

The Worse My Drawings Were, The More Beautiful Did The Originals Appear.

I Purchased Excellent And Beautiful Horses, Visited All Such Neighbors As I Found In Congenial Spirits, And Was As Happy As Happy Could Be.

My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether In Watercolors, But They Wanted Softness And A Great Deal Of Finish.

A Mocking Bird Regularly Resorts To The South Angle Of A Chimney Top And Salutes Us With Sweetest Notes From The Rising Of The Moon Until About Midnight.