Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

But he who truly loves books loves all books alike, and not only this, but it grieves him that all other men do not share with him this noble passion. Verily, this is the most unselfish of loves!

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.