One Half The World Must Sweat And

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

That Which The Fountain Sends Forth Returns Again To The Fountain.

Be Noble In Every Thought And In Every Deed!

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.