All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

I have proved by actual trial that a letter, that takes an hour to write, takes only about 3 minutes to read!

It's too late to correct it: when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

If doubtful whether to end with "yours faithfully," or "yours truly," or "yours most truly," &c. (there are at least a dozen varieties, before you reach "yours affectionately"), refer to your correspondent's last letter, and make your winding-up at least as friendly as his: in fact, even if a shade more friendly, it will do no harm!