The trouble that most of us find with the modern matched sets of clubs is that they don't really seem to know any more about the game than the old ones did.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.