He Was Consious Of A Thousand Odours

And It Is Not A Slight Thing When They, Who Are So Fresh From God, Love Us.

The Jovial Party Broke Up Next Morning. Breakings-up Are Capital Things In Our School-days, But In After Life They Are Painful Enough. Death, Self-interest, And Fortune's Changes, Are Every Day Breaking Up Many A Happy Group, And Scattering Them Far And Wide; And The Boys And Girls Never Come Back Again.

A Merry Christmas To Everybody! A Happy New Year To All The World!

And O There Are Days In This Life, Worth Life And Worth Death. And O What A Bright Old Song It Is, That O 'tis Love, 'tis Love, 'tis Love That Makes The World Go Round!

The Pain Of Parting Is Nothing To The Joy Of Meeting Again.