Books Have Led Some To Learning And

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

Do You Suppose There Is Any Living Man So Unreasonable That If He Found Himself Stricken With A Dangerous Ailment He Would Not Anxiously Desire To Regain The Blessing Of Health?

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.