Call For The Grandest Of All Earthly

It Was A Sunday Afternoon, Wet And Cheerless; And A Duller Spectacle This Earth Of Ours Has Not To Show Than A Rainy Sunday In London.

The Peace Of Nature And Of The Innocent Creatures Of God Seems To Be Secure And Deep, Only So Long As The Presence Of Man And His Restless And Unquiet Spirit Are Not There To Trouble Its Sanctity.

Kings Should Disdain To Die, And Only Disappear.

Grief Even In A Child Hates The Light And Shrinks From Human Eyes.

I Stood Checked For A Moment - Awe, Not Fear, Fell Upon Me - And Whist I Stood, A Solemn Wind Began To Blow, The Most Mournful That Ever Ear Heard. Mournful! That Is Saying Nothing. It Was A Wind That Had Swept The Fields Of Mortality For A Hundred Centuries.