Whoever Saw An Angel Barefooted?

It Is Labor That Has Made The World A Fit Habitation For The Human Race.

He Loves His Country Best Who Strives To Make It Best.

Life Is A Narrow Vale Between The Cold And Barren Peaks Of Two Eternities. We Strive In Vain To Look Beyond The Heights. We Cry Aloud

The Record Of A Generous Life Runs Like A Vine Around The Memory Of Our Dead, And Every Sweet Unselfish Act Is Now A Perfumed Flower.

Death Is Only Perfect Rest.