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The Deepest Life Of Nature Is Silent And Obscure; So Often The Elements That Move And Mould Society Are The Results Of The Sister's Counsel And The Mother's Prayer.

Let Every Man Be Free To Act From His Own Conscience; But Let Him Remember That Other People Have Consciences Too; And Let Not His Liberty Be So Expansive That In Its Indulgence It Jars And Crashes Against The Liberty Of Others.

Nature Satisfies My Thirst; It Feeds My Hunger; It Finds Me Clothing; It Affords Me Shelter; It Wraps Me Around When I Sleep With Beneficent And Watchful Care; And It Takes Me At Last To Its Great Bosom, Where My Ashes Mingle With Their Kindred Dust.

Skepticism Has Never Founded Empires, Established Principals, Or Changed The World's Heart. The Great Doers In History Have Always Been People Of Faith.

How Often A New Affection Makes A New Man! The Sordid, Cowering Soul Turns Heroic. The Frivolous Girl Becomes The Steadfast Martyr Of Patience And Ministration, Transfigured By Deathless Love. The Career Of Bounding Impulses Turns Into An Anthem Of Sacred Deeds.