Since I was man I have had but one dream,--namely, Woman.

Alas! till this my thirtieth year I have found only women.

No! that is disloyal, disloyal to my First Love; for this is sadly true,--that we always find the Golden Girl in our first love, and lose her in our second.
I wonder if the reader would care to hear about my First Love, of whom I am naturally thinking a good deal this morning, under the demoralising influences of the fresh air, blue sky, and various birds and flowers.

More potent intoxicants these than any that need licenses for their purveyance, responsible--see the poets--for no end of human foolishness.
I was about to tell the story of my First Love, but on second thoughts I decide not.

It will keep, and I feel hungry, and yonder seems a dingle where I can lie and open my knapsack, eat, drink, and doze among the sun-flecked shadows..