For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed,

Cupid "the Little Greatest Enemy."

The Morning Cup Of Coffee Has An Exhilaration About It Which The Cheering Influence Of The Afternoon Or Evening Cup Of Tea Cannot Be Expected To Reproduce.

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.

Death Tugs At My Ear And Says, 'live. I Am Coming.

See How He Throws His Baited Lines About,/and Plays His Men As Anglers Play Their Trout.