Caught on the Fly.
The hired hand who needs no boss to keep him busy earns double wages.
Money may buy bread and clothes, but every thing except happiness can be purchased on credit.
The monument and the mausoleum both perish from the world; but the dreamer who created them lives forever in the hearts of his fellow-men, and fashions daily something of their lives.
The Call of the Master.
I.
This the call of the Master, and this is the great Command:
"Forward, march, to the shadows!
Fare forth to the Slumber Land!
There's the crown and the purple!
And there is the smile and song,
Past the ways of the weary, and over the hills of wrong!"