a fox entered the house of an actor and, rummaging through all his properties, came upon a mask, an admirable imitation of a human head. he placed his paws on it and said, “what a beautiful head! yet it is of no value, as it entirely lacks brains.”
"How do you feel this morning, Jacob?" asked a boy of fifteen, bending over an old man crouched in the corner of an upper room, in a poor tenement-house, distant less than a quarter
