My Beloved Friend - One

Come, Hearken Then, Ere Voice Of Dread, With Bitter Tiding Laden, Shall Summon To Unwelcome Bed A Melancholy Maiden! We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.

Will You Walk A Little Faster? Said A Whiting To A Snail, "there's A Porpoise Close Behind Us, And He's Treading On My Tail! See How Eagerly The Lobsters And The Turtles All Advance: They Are Waiting On The Shingle--will You Come And Join The Dance?

Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which Way You're Going.

As Life Draws Nearer To Its End, I Feel More And More Clearly That It Will Not Matter In The Least, At The Last Day, What Form Of Religion A Man Has Professed-nay, That Many Who Have Never Even Heard Of Christ, Will In That Day Find Themselves Saved By His Blood.

The Cheshire Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice. It Looked Good-natured, She Thought: Still It Had Very Long Claws And A Great Many Teeth, So She Felt It Ought To Be Treated With Respect.