And The Top Spoke No More Of

To Travel Is To Live.

Each Time I Think That The Song Is Ended ... Something Higher And Better Begins For Me.

The Wiser A Man Becomes, The More He Will Read, And Those Who Are Wisest Read Most.

She Thought, "he Whom I Love More Than My Father Or Mother, He Of Whom I Am Always Thinking, And In Whose Hands I Would So Willingly Trust My Lifelong Happiness. I Dare Do Anything To Win Him And To Gain An Immortal Soul.

He Looked At The Little Maiden, And She Looked At Him; And He Felt That He Was Melting Away, But He Still Managed To Keep Himself Erect, Shouldering His Gun Bravely. A Door Was Suddenly Opened, The Draught Caught The Little Dancer And She Fluttered Like A Sylph, Straight Into The Fire, To The Soldier, Blazed Up And Was Gone! By This Time The Soldier Was Reduced To A Mere Lump, And When The Maid Took Away The Ashes Next Morning She Found Him, In The Shape Of A Small Tin Heart. All That Was Left Of The Dancer Was Her Spangle, And That Was Burnt As Black As A Coal.