It Is Because I Think

... Still His Philanthropy Was Of That Gunpowderous Sort That The Difference Between It And Animosity Was Hard To Determine.

I Only Know That It Was, And Ceased To Be; And That I Have Written, And There I Leave It.

My Uncle, Gentlemen, Could Say Nothing; He Was So Very Much Astonished The Queerest Thing Of All, Was, That Although There Was Such A Crowd Of Persons, And Although Fresh Faces Were Pouring In, Every Moment, There Was No Telling Where They Came From. They Seemed To Start Up, In Some Strange Manner, From The Ground, Or The Air, And Disappear In The Same Way.

I Distress You; I Draw Fast To An End.

Christmas May Not Bring A Single Thing; Still, It Gives Me A Song To Sing.