But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.

Our children, two daughters and a son, were born in 1874, 1876, and 1879.

How little those who are schoolgirls of today can realize what it was to be a schoolgirl in the fifties or the early sixties of the last century!

We all grow on somebody's grave.

The only thing which can keep journalism alive - journalism, which is born of the moment, serves the moment, and, as a rule, dies with the moment - is - again the Stevensonian secret! - charm.

City of rest! - as it seems to our modern senses, - how is it possible that so busy, so pitiless and covetous a life as history shows us, should have gone to the making and the fashioning of Venice!

... the strictness of to-day may have at any moment to be purchased by the laxity of to-morrow.