No One Is Loved As Much As

Mr. Lincoln Had No Hope, And No Faith, In The Usual Acceptation Of Those Words.

In Grief, Words Are A Poor Consolation - Silence And Agonizing Tears Are All That Is Left The Sufferer.

My Evil Genius Procrastination Has Whispered Me To Tarry 'til A More Convenient Season.

My Husband Is Not A Christian But Is A Religious Man, I Think.

Tell Me, How Can I Live Without My Husband Any Longer? This Is My First Awakening Thought Each Morning, And As I Watch The Waves Of The Turbulent Lake Under Our Windows I Sometimes Feel I Should Like To Go Under Them.