Be Slow To Judge For

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears.

For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.