You Must Have Been Warned

All The Boys Were Grown Up And Done For By This Time; So It Is Scarcely Worth While Saying Anything More About Them. You May See The Twins And Nibs And Curly Any Day Going To An Office, Each Carrying A Little Bag And An Umbrella. Michael Is An Engine Driver. Slightly Married A Lady Of Title, And So He Became A Lord. You See That Judge In A Wig Coming Out At The Iron Door? That Used To Be Tootles. The Bearded Man Who Doesn't Know Any Story To Tell His Children Was Once John.

They Knew In What They Called Their Hearts That One Can Get On Quite Well Without A Mother, And That It Is Only The Mothers Who Think You Can't.

He Was A Little Boy, And She Was Grown Up. She Huddled By The Fire Not Daring To Move, Helpless And Guilty, A Big Woman.

If Growing Up Means It Would Be Beneath My Dignity To Climb A Tree, I'll Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up! Not Me!

Your Heart Is As Fresh As Your Face; And That Is Well. The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years. Many Views That I Held To In My Youth And Long Afterwards Are A Pain To Me Now, And I Am Carrying Away From Thrums Memories Of Errors Into Which I Fell At Every Stage Of My Ministry. When You Are Older You Will Know That Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility.