Is It Not Meningitis?

Young People Think They Never Can Change, But They Do In The Most Wonderful Manner, And Very Few Die Of Broken Hearts.

Laurie Felt Just Then That His Heart Was Entirely Broken And The World A Howling Wilderness.

I Keep Turning Over New Leaves, And Spoiling Them, As I Used To Spoil My Copybooks; And I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End. (jo March)

I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End.

…in Silence Learned The Sweet Solace Which Affection Administers To Sorrow.