Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

Alas! How Light A Cause May Move Dissension Between Hearts That Love! Hearts That The World In Vain Had Tried, And Sorrow But More Closely Tied; That Stood The Storm When Waves Were Rough, Yet In A Sunny Hour Fall Off, Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.

Those Evening Bells! Those Evening Bells! How Many A Tale Their Music Tells Of Youth And Home, And That Sweet Time When Last I Heard Their Soothing Chime!

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.