As She Realized What Might Have Been,

I Do Try To Say, God’s Will Be Done, Sir,” Said The Squire, Looking Up At Mr. Gibson For The First Time, And Speaking With More Life In His Voice; “but It’s Harder To Be Resigned Than Happy People Think.

Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel Weaver! Said Mr. Hale To Himself.

Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would Get The Start By Rising An Hour Earlier To-morrow.

I Would Not Trust A Mouse To A Woman If A Man's Judgment Could Be Had.

One May Be Clogged With Honey And Unable To Rise And Fly.