The End

A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization A style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth A maker of Proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit A young philosopher's an old fool! After five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship Although it blew hard when Caesar crossed the Rubicon Among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes An edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer And so Farewell my young Ambition! and with it farewell all true And to these instructions he gave an aim: "First be virtuous" As when nations are secretly preparing for war Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty Cold charity to all Come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything Complacent languor of the wise youth Feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being Further she read, "Which is the coward among us?" Gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little Habit had legalized his union with her Hermits enamoured of wind and rain Hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman Heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use His equanimity was fictitious His fancy performed miraculous feats How many instruments cannot clever women play upon Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care I ain't a speeder of matrimony I cannot get on with Gibbon In our House, my son, there is peculiar blood. We go to wreck! In Sir Austin's Note-book was written: "Between Simple Boyhood..." Intensely communicative, but inarticulate It was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach It is no use trying to conceal anything from him It was now, as Sir Austin had written it down, The Magnetic Age January was watering and freezing old earth by turns Just bad inquirin' too close among men Laying of ghosts is a public duty Minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths No! Gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards On the threshold of Puberty, there is one Unselfish Hour Opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder Our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher Rogue on the tremble of detection Rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual Seed-Time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on Serene presumption She can make puddens and pies South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids Take 'em somethin' like Providence--as they come Task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women The Pilgrim's Scrip remarks that: Young men take joy in nothing The world is wise in its way The danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable The born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe There is for the mind but one grasp of happiness They believe that the angels have been busy about them This was a totally different case from the antecedent ones Those days of intellectual coxcombry Threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity To be passive in calamity is the province of no woman Troublesome appendages of success Unaccustomed to have his will thwarted Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered Wise in not seeking to be too wise Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man Women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh You've got no friend but your bed Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise