This all-important truth.

We aged ones play solemn parts--
Sire--guardian--uncle--king.
Affection is the salt of life,
Kindness a noble thing.

The old alone may comprehend
A sense in my decree;
But--if you find a fish on land,
Oh throw it in the sea.

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ON THE DISASTROUS SPREAD OF ÆSTHETICISM IN ALL CLASSES.


Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From day's first golden cup.

[Illustration]

In swift devouring ecstacy
Each toil in turn was done;
I had done lying on the lawn