The Still Small Voice Is Wanted.

Remorse Begets Reform.

Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The Globe.

There Is No Flesh In Man's Obdurate Heart; He Does Not Feel For Man.

What Is There In The Vale Of Lifehalf So Delightful As A Wife;when Friendship, Love And Peace Combineto Stamp The Marriage-bond Divine?

England With All Thy Faults, I Love Thee Still-- My Country! And, While Yet A Nook Is Left Where English Minds And Manners May Be Found, Shall Be Constrained To Love Thee.