...ELIZABETH VOUAT T. " The wounds I might have heal'd I The hnman sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of thought As well as want of heart." THOMAS HOOD. "Paddington! Paddington! Oxford-street!" exclaimed toe stentorian voice of the conductor...

...districts, whether towns, villages, or hamlets, where pence and literature are equally scarce — " Evil is wrought by want of thought As well as want of heart." Even where the ameliorating influences of education are presumed to exist (and ho-.v infinitely more...

...he was fond, or, at any event( on friendly terms ; but it should always be borne in mind that— " Evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart." And it matters very little to the victim whether the joke was done out of thoughtlessness or heartlessness,...

...after it had carelessly devoured his inimitable treatise on The Law* of Graritation: "Diamond, Diamond. Evil is wrought by want of Thought, as well as want of Heart ! " So perhaps you did not anticipate the panting anxiety with which I, as a stranger in a savage locality...

...with winter's cold. •"The wounds I might have heal'd ! The human sorrow »nd sm.irt! And yet it wns never in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil il wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart !' " Listen to the champion of the poor again,...

...winter's cold. " The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought...by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart !" She clasped her fer" '.lit hands, And the tears began to stream ; Large, and bitter, and fast they fell,...

...winter's cold. " The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought...by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart !" She clasped her fervent hands, And the tears began to stream ; Large, and bitter, and fast they fell, Remorse...

...with winter's cold. The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part ; But evil is wrought...by want of thought, As well as want of Heart !' She clasped her fervent hands, And the tears began to stream ; Large and hitter, and fast they fell, Remorse...

...winter's cold. " The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought...by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart !" She clasped her fer" .M hands, And the tears began to stream ; Large, and bitter, and fast they fell, Remorse...

...winter's cold. ' The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part; But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of Heart !' VOICES OF THE TRUE-HEARTEDShe clasped her fervent hands, And the tears began to stream ; Large and...