If We Would Build On

Too Often Do Reviewers Remind Us Of The Mob Of Astrologers, Chaldeans, And Soothsayers Gathered Before 'the Writing On The Wall' And Unable To Read The Characters Or Make Known The Interpretation.

In Sunshine, In Prosperity, The Flowers Are Very Well; But How Many Wet Days Are There In Life—november Seasons Of Disaster, When A Man's Hearth And Home Would Be Cold Indeed, Without The Clear, Cheering Gleam Of Intellect.

I Feel Monotony And Death To Be Almost The Same.

While I Loved, And While I Was Loved, What An Existence I Enjoyed!

You Have Rather The Look Of Another World. I Marvelled Where You Had Got That Sort Of Face.