I Asked For Bread, And

Rivalry Adds So Much To The Charms Of One's Conquests.

The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.

When Emerson's Library Was Burning At Concord, I Went To Him As He Stood With The Firelight On His Strong, Sweet Face, And Endeavored To Express My Sympathy For The Loss Of His Most Valued Possessions, But He Answered Cheerily, 'never Mind, Louisa, See What A Beautiful Blaze They Make! We Will Enjoy That Now.' The Lesson Was One Never Forgotten And In The Varied Lessons That Have Come To Me I Have Learned To Look For Something Beautiful And Bright.