Grief Even In A Child Hates The

Grief! Thou Art Classed Amongst The Depressing Passions. And True It Is That Thou Humblest To The Dust, But Also Thou Exaltest To The Clouds. Thou Shakest Us With Ague, But Also Thou Steadiest Like Frost. Thou Sickenest The Heart, But Also Thou Healest Its Infirmities.

Flowers... That Are So Pathetic In Their Beauty, Frail As The Clouds, And In Their Coloring As Gorgeous As The Heavens, Had Through Thousands Of Years Been The Heritage Of Children - Honored As The Jewelry Of God Only By Them - When Suddenly The Voice Of Christianity, Counter-signing The Voice Of Infancy, Raised Them To A Grandeur Transcending The Hebrew Throne, Although Founded By God Himself, And Pronounced Solomon In All His Glory Not To Be Arrayed Like One Of These.

Dyspepsy Is The Ruin Of Most Things: Empires, Expeditions, And Everything Else.

Many A Man Has Risen To Eminence Under The Powerful Reaction Of His Mind In Fierce Counter-agency To The Scorn Of The Unworthy, Daily Evoked By His Personal Defects, Who With A Handsome Person Would Have Sunk Into The Luxury Of A Careless Life Under The Tranquillizing Smiles Of Continual Admiration.

Everlasting Farewells! And Again, And Yet Again Reverberated Everlasting Farewells!