The Weak Sinews Become Strong By Their

It Is The Veiled Angel Of Sorrow Who Plucks Away One Thing And Another That Bound Us Here In Ease And Security, And, In The Vanishing Of These Dear Objects, Indicates The True Home Of Our Affections And Our Peace.

No Language Can Express The Power And Beauty And Heroism Of A Mother's Love.

However Logical Our Induction, The End Of The Thread Is Fastened Upon The Assurance Of Faith.

The Angels May Have Wider Spheres Of Action, May Have Nobler Forms Of Duty; But Right With Them And With Us Is One And The Same Thing.

Christianity Has Made Martyrdom Sublime, And Sorrow Triumphant.