Here We Have A Baby.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

Let My Temptation Be A Book, Which I Shall Purchase, Hold And Keep.

There Is A Glorious Candor In An Honest Quart Of Wine, A Certain Inspitation Which I Cannot Well Define.

No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It Has Been Slept With And Dreamed Over.

Mr. Clarke Played The King All Evening As Though Under Constant Fear That Someone Else Was About To Play The Ace.