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An Historian Without Political Passions Is As Rare As A Wasp Without A Sting.

To Have Given Pleasure To One Human Being Is A Recollection That Sweetens Life.

We Have But The Memories Of Past Good Cheer, We Have But The Echoes Of Departed Laughter. In Vain We Look And Listen For The Mirth That Has Died Away. In Vain We Seek To Question The Gray Ghosts Of Old-time Revelers.

The Impulse To Travel Is One Of The Hopeful Symptoms Of Life.

It Has Been Well Said That Tea Is Suggestive Of A Thousand Wants, From Which Spring The Decencies And Luxuries Of Civilization.