Where Do You Come From? And Where

The Further Off From England The Nearer Is To France- Then Turn Not Pale, Beloved Snail, But Come And Join The Dance.

Little Alice Fell D O W N The Hole, Bumped Her Head And Bruised Her Soul

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

The Master Was An Old Turtle--we Used To Call Him Tortoise--' Why Did You Call Him Tortoise, If He Wasn't One?' Alice Asked. We Called Him Tortoise Because He Taught Us,' Said The Mock Turtle Angrily; 'really You Are Very Dull!' You Ought To Be Ashamed Of Yourself For Asking Such A Simple Question,' Added The Gryphon; And Then They Both Sat Silent And Looked At Poor Alice, Who Felt Ready To Sink Into The Earth.

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.