The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow

To Me It Seems That To Give Happiness Is A Far Nobler Goal That To Attain It: And That What We Exist For Is Much More A Matter Of Relations To Others Than A Matter Of Individual Progress: Much More A Matter Of Helping Others To Heaven Than Of Getting There Ourselves.

"it's Very Good Jam," Said The Queen. "well, I Don't Want Any To-day, At Any Rate." "you Couldn't Have It If You Did Want It," The Queen Said. "the Rule Is Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday But Never Jam To-day." "it Must Come Sometimes To "jam To-day,""alice Objected. "no It Can't," Said The Queen. "it's Jam Every Other Day; To-day Isn't Any Other Day, You Know." "i Don't Understand You," Said Alice. "it's Dreadfully Confusing."

Would You Be A Poet Before You've Been To School? Ah, Well! I Hardly Thought You So Absolute A Fool.

If Doubtful Whether To End With "yours Faithfully," Or "yours Truly," Or "yours Most Truly," &c. (there Are At Least A Dozen Varieties, Before You Reach "yours Affectionately"), Refer To Your Correspondent's Last Letter, And Make Your Winding-up At Least As Friendly As His: In Fact, Even If A Shade More Friendly, It Will Do No Harm!

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!