We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who

Alice! A Childish Story Take, And With A Gentle Hand, Lay It Where Childhood's Dreams Are Twined In Memory's Mystic Band, Like Pilgrim's Withered Wreath Of Flowers Plucked In Far-off Land.

Of Course It Is,’ Said The Duchess, Who Seemed Ready To Agree To Everything That Alice Said; ‘there’s A Large Mustard-mine Near Here. And The Moral Of That Is– “the More There Is Of Mine, The Less There Is Of Yours.

She [alice] Went On "and How Do You Know That You're Mad?" "to Begin With," Said The Cat, "a Dog's Not Mad. You Grant That?" "i Suppose So," Said Alice. "well, Then," The Cat Went On, "you See, A Dog Growls When It's Angry, And Wags It's Tail When It's Pleased. Now I Growl When I'm Pleased, And Wag My Tail When I'm Angry. Therefore I'm Mad."

"well, I Never Heard It Before," Said The Mock Turtle; "but It Sounds Uncommon Nonsense."

This Was Charming, No Doubt; But They Shortly Found Out That The Captain They Trusted So Well Had Only One Notion For Crossing The Ocean, And That Was To Tingle His Bell.