Threatened folk live long.

Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way; But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

Fair play is a jewel.