Because it wants some hand to raise
The weeds which have no business there.
—T. Moore.
May Twenty-eighth
Fortune is like a widow won,
And truckles to the bold alone.
—Somerville.
May Twenty-ninth
“Suppose,” said a friend who had been reading Enoch Arden, “that you went away on a sea voyage and came back and found that your wife had married another man?”
“That’s an absurd proposition. Henrietta would never be so careless as to let me go away on a sea voyage.”