I Counsel Thee, Shut Not

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

When I Am Not Walking, I Am Reading. I Cannot Sit And Think.

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.

The Good Things Of Life Are Not To Be Had Singly, But Come To Us With A Mixture; Like A School-boy's Holiday, With A Task Affixed To The Tail Of It.