Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

A Good Heart Will Help You To A Bonny Face, My Lad And A Bad One Will Turn The Bonniest Into Something Worse Than Ugly.

However , It’s Over, And I’ll Take No Revenge On His Folly – I Can Afford To Suffer Anything, Hereafter! Should The Meanest Thing Alive Slap Me On The Cheek, I’d Not Only Turn The Other, But I’d Ask Pardon For Provoking It – And, As Proof, I’ll Go Make My Peace With Edgar Instantly – Good Night – I’m An Angel!

I Lingered Round Them, Under That Benign Sky; Watched The Moths Fluttering Among The Heath And Hare-bells; Listened To The Soft Wind Breathing Through The Grass; And Wondered How Anyone Could Ever Imagine Unquiet Slumbers For The Sleepers In That Quiet Earth.

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.