Frederick (five years old) —Da-ddy, is that way, west ? Father—No, son, that is north. Frederick —But it seems to me as if it was west. Father —You’re mixed on the points of compass, that’s all. People often get mixed that way. Frederick—Do you ever get mixed on the points of the compass, Daddy V Father —Oh. yes, my son ; often. Frederick —(after a moment’s consideration) —Perhaps you’re mixed now, Daddy. 1 think that way is west. Each of us in his own fashion contrives his paradise here below, but the justice of things ensures that, the paradise of a depraved man is invariably and necessarily a hell. “it is not always May.’’ Alas, no, it is frequently must !
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1988, 14 May 1906, Page 7
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