O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers! O for a pleasure trip ….

How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passer's feet! How it rattles on the shutt….

With the enormous and steady increase in the volume of our literature, we must rely more and more upon sympathetic selection, judicious editing, and ….