For The Most Part, We

An Exquisite Invention This, Worthy Of Love's Most Honeyed Kiss,-- This Art Of Writing Billet-doux-- In Buds, And Odors, And Bright Hues! In Saying All One Feels And Thinks In Clever Daffodils And Pinks; In Puns Of Tulips; And In Phrases, Charming For Their Truth, Of Daisies.

For The Qualities Of Sheer Wit And Humor, Swift Had No Superior, Ancient Or Modern.

God Made Both Tears And Laughter, And Both For Kind Purposes; For As Laughter Enables Mirth And Surprise To Breathe Freely, So Tears Enable Sorrow To Vent Itself Patiently. Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair And Madness.

Part Of Our Good Consists In The Endeavor To Do Sorrows Away, And In The Power To Sustain Them When The Endeavor Fails,--to Bear Them Nobly, And Thus Help Others To Bear Them As Well.

It Is Our Daily Duty To Consider That In All Circumstances Of Life, Pleasurable, Painful, Or Otherwise, The Conduct Of Others, Especially Of Those In The Same House; And That, As Life Is Made Up, For The Most Part, Not Of Great Occasions, But Of Small Everyday Moments, It Is The Giving To Those Moments Their Greatest Amount Of Peace, Pleasantness, And Security, That Contributes Most To The Sum Of Human Good. Be Peaceable. Be Cheerful. Be True.