Men, Like Peaches And Pears,

It Takes Me Several Days, After I Get Back To Boston, To Realize That The Reference "the President" Refers To The President Of Harvard And Not To A Minor Official In Washington.

Man Has Will, But Woman Has Her Way.

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.

You Make Me Chuckle When You Say That You Are No Longer Young, That You Have Turned Twenty-four. A Man Is Or May Be Young To After Sixty, And Not Old Before Eighty.

The Great End Of Being Is To Harmonize Man With The Order Of Things, And The Church Has Been A Good Pitch-pipe, And May Be So Still.