What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

Farewell, My Friends! Farewell, My Foes! My Peace With These, My Love With Those. The Bursting Tears My Heart Declare; Farewell, The Bonnie Banks Of Ayr.

Apropos, Is Not The Scotch Phrase 'auld Lang Syne' Exceedingly Expressive? I Shall Give You The Verses On The Other Sheet. The Words Of 'auld Lang Syne' Are Good, But The Music Is An Old Air, The Rudiments Of The Modern Tune Of That Name. ... Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings. ... Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe. ... Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

Anticipation Forward Points The View.

What's A' Your Jargon O' Your Schools, Your Latin Names For Horns And Stools; If Honest Nature Made You Fools.