Write Me As One Who

A Friend Of Ours, Who Is An Admirer Of Isaac Walton, Was Struck, Just As We Were, With The Likeness Of The Old Angler's Face To A Fish.

Write Me As One Who Loves His Fellow Men.

This Garden Has A Soul, I Know Its Moods.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

Danger For Danger's Sake Is Senseless.