Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

“The Last LeafI saw him once before,As he passed by the door,And againThe paveme…”

“Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati so…”

“Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notesIs a miser who always wants guinea…”

“The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which …”