There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a bru >>
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be >>
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearin >>
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. >>
We need not fear life, because God is the Ruler of all and we need not >>
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men. >>
Thank Heaven! the crisis --The danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last --, and the fever called Living is conquered at last.