My Emotions Lose Their Force When I

Often, Before Returning Home, I Would Take A Long And Roundabout Way And Pass By The Peaceful Ramparts From Where I Had Glimpses Of Other Provinces, And A Sight Of The Distant Country.

It Is With The Approach Of Winter That Cats...wear Their Richest Fur And Assume An Air Of Sumptuous And Delightful Opulence.

My Books Were Always Full Of Ink Blots, Always Stained And Covered With Smeared Sketches And Pictures, Which One Draws Idly When His Attention Wanders From His Task.

I Still Went To Church Regularly Every Sunday; That Is We All Went There Together. I Reverenced The Family Pew Where We Had Assembled For So Many Years; And Apart From That Reason I Hold It Dear Because It Is Associated In My Memory With My Mother.

I Still Held Fast To My Determination To Become A Minister; It Still Seemed To Me That That Was My Duty. I Had Pledged Myself, In My Prayers I Had Given My Word To God. How Could I Therefore Break My Vow?