If One's Conscience Be Dead As A

There Is No Happiness In Life, There Is No Misery Like That Growing Out Of The Dispositions Which Consecrate Or Desecrate A Home.

Bigotry Dwarfs The Soul By Shutting Out The Truth.

It Is Not Enjoined Upon Us To Forget, But We Are Told To Forgive, Our Enemies.

It Is Not Death To Have The Body Called Back To The Earth, And Dissolved Into Its Kindred Elements, And Mouldered To Dust, And, It May Be, Turn To Daisies, In The Grave. But It Is Death To Have The Soul Paralyzed, Its Inner Life Quenched, Its Faculties Dissipated; That Is Death.

Not In Achievement, But In Endurance, Of The Human Soul, Does It Show Its Divine Grandeur And Its Alliance With The Infinite.