He Who Plants A Tree, Plants A

Tailor's Work--the Finishing Of Men's Outside Garments--was The "trade" Learned Most Frequently By Women In [the 1820s And 1830s],and One Or More Of My Older Sisters Worked At It; I Think It Must Have Been At Home, For I Somehow Or Somewhere Got The Idea, While I Was A Small Child, That The Chief End Of Woman Was To Make Clothing For Mankind.

Sometimes It Seems To Me That God 's Way Of Dealing With Me Is Not To Let Me See Much Of My Friends, Those Who Are Most To Me In The Spiritual Life, Lest I Should Forget That The Invisible Bond Is The Only Reality. That Is The Only Way I Can Reconcile Myself To The Inevitable Separations Of Life And Death.

Few Parents Are Aware Of The Difficulties That Beset The Minds Of The Little Philosophers And Theologians Who Sit Upon Their Knees Or Play At Their Feet; And Many A Parent Could Not Comprehend The Disturbance, If He Were Aware Of It.

O Mariner-soul, Thy Quest Is But Begun, There Are New Worlds Forever To Be Won.

Canst Thou Prophesy, Thou Little Tree, What The Glory Of Thy Boughs Shall Be?