It is only your habitual late riser who takes in the full flavor of Nature at those rare intervals when he gets up to go afishing. He brings virginal emotions and unsatiated eyes to the sparkling freshness of earth and stream and sky.

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

O Liberty...! is it well To leave the gates unguarded?

Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.

When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host.