Eric

CHILDHOOD «Ah dear delights, that o'er my soul On memory's wing like shadows fly! Ah flowers that Joy from Eden stole, While Innocence stood laughing by.» – COLERIDGE. «Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!» cried a young boy, as he capered vigorously about, and clapped his hands. «Papa and mamma will be home in a week now, and then we shall stay here a little time, and then, and then, I shall go to school.»