She's In That State Of Mind That

As Life Draws Nearer To Its End, I Feel More And More Clearly That It Will Not Matter In The Least, At The Last Day, What Form Of Religion A Man Has Professed-nay, That Many Who Have Never Even Heard Of Christ, Will In That Day Find Themselves Saved By His Blood.

"well, I Never Heard It Before," Said The Mock Turtle; "but It Sounds Uncommon Nonsense."

Well That Was The Silliest Tea Party I Ever Went To! I Am Never Going Back There Again!

Lastly, She Pictured To Herself How This Same Little Sister Of Hers Would, In The After-time, Be Herself A Grown Woman; And How She Would Keep, Through All Her Riper Years, The Simple And Loving Heart Of Her Childhood: And How She Would Gather About Her Other Little Children, And Make Their Eyes Bright And Eager With Many A Strange Tale, Perhaps Even With The Dream Of Wonderland Of Long Ago: And How She Would Feel With All Their Simple Sorrows, And Find A Pleasure In All Their Simple Joys, Remembering Her Own Child-life, And The Happy Summer Days.

Come, Hearken Then, Ere Voice Of Dread, With Bitter Tiding Laden, Shall Summon To Unwelcome Bed A Melancholy Maiden! We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.