The Groves Were God's First Temples.

Look On This Beautiful World, And Read The Truth In Her Fair Page.

The Stormy March Has Come At Last, With Winds And Clouds And Changing Skies; I Hear The Rushing Of The Blast That Through The Snowy Valley Flies.

I Shall Seethe Hour Of Death Draw Near To Me,hope, Blossoming Within My Heart. . . .

I Hear The Howl Of The Wind That Brings The Long Drear Storm On Its Heavy Wings.

The Journalist Should Be On His Guard Against Publishing What Is False In Taste Or Exceptionable In Morals.