Sydney Smith

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more

Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."

We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.

We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal.

The church is the great lost and found department.

The church is the great lost and found department.

What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?

What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?

Find fault when you must find fault in private, and if possible sometime after the offense, rather than at the read more

Find fault when you must find fault in private, and if possible sometime after the offense, rather than at the time.