Our purpose is to grow up and become love

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

Tomorrow let us do or die!

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!