How Like They Are To Human Things!

Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead!

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.

I Promise Myself Great Pleasure From My Visit To England. You Know I Am To Stay With Dickens While In London; And Beside His Own Very Agreeable Society, I Shall Enjoy That Of The Most Noted Literary Men Of The Day, Which Will Be A Great Gratification To Me.

Trust No Future, However Pleasant! Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead! Act -- Act In The Living Present! Heart Within And God Overhead.

Sunday Is The Golden Clasp That Binds Together The Volume Of The Week.