Death Is Not An End. It Is

Good Nature Is Often A Mere Matter Of Health.

Home Should Be An Oratorio Of The Memory, Singing To All Our After Life Melodies And Harmonies Of Old-remembered Joy.

Refinement That Carries Us Away From Our Fellow-men Is Not God's Refinement.

When There Is Love In The Heart, There Are Rainbows In The Eyes, Which Cover Every Black Cloud With Gorgeous Hues.

A Lie Always Needs A Truth For A Handle To It.