My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

Two human loves make one divine.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

Silence is the best response to a fool.