To Pile Up Honey Upon Sugar, And

For With G. D., To Be Absent From The Body Is Sometimes (not To Speak Profanely) To Be Present With The Lord.

To Pile Up Honey Upon Sugar, And Sugar Upon Honey, To An Interminable Tedious Sweetness.

When I Am Not Walking, I Am Reading. I Cannot Sit And Think.

Oh, The Pleasure Of Eating My Dinner Alone!

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.