Ambition Is No Cure For

"lambe Them, Lads! Lambe Them!" A Cant Phrase Of The Time Derived From The Fate Of Dr. Lambe, An Astrologer And Quack, Who Was Knocked On The Head By The Rabble In Charles The First's Time.

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.

Thou Hast Had Thty Day, Old Dame, But Thy Sun Has Long Been Set. Thou Art Now The Very Emblem Of An Old Warhorse Turned Out On The Barren Heath; Thou Hast Had Thy Paces In Thy Time, But Now A Broken Amble Is The Best Of Them.

Cats Are A Very Mysterious Kind Of Folk. There Is Always More Passing In Their Minds Than We Are Aware Of.

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.