Towns Find It As Hard As Houses

Everything Becomes Agitated. Ideas Quick-march Into Motion Like Battalions Of A Grand Army To Its Legendary Fighting Ground, And The Battle Rages. Memories Charge In, Bright Flags On High; The Cavalry Of Metaphor Deploys With A Magnificent Gallop; The Artillery Of Logic Rushes Up With Clattering Wagons And Cartridges; On Imagination's Orders, Sharpshooters Sight And Fire; Forms And Shapes And Characters Rear Up; The Paper Is Spread With Ink - For The Nightly Labor Begins And Ends With Torrents Of This Black Water, As A Battle Opens And Concludes With Black Powder.

At Fifteen, Beauty And Talent Do Not Exist; There Can Only Be Promise Of The Coming Woman.

Nos Beaux Sentiments Ne Sont-ils Pas Les Poe Sies De La Volonte ? Aren't Our Best Feelings Poetry Of The Will?

When Religion And Royalty Are Swept Away, The People Will Attack The Great, And After The Great, They Will Fall Upon The Rich.

A Vocation Is Born To Us All; Happily Most Of Us Meet Promptly Our Twin,--occupation.