Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

My Friends, Let Us Try To Follow The Saviour's Steps; Let Us Remember All Day Long What It Is To Be Men; That It Is To Have Every One Whom We Meet For Our Brother In The Sight Of God; That It Is This, Never To Meet Anyone, However Bad He May Be, For Whom We Cannot Say: "christ Died For That Man, And Christ Cares For Him Still. He Is Precious In God's Eyes, And He Shall Be Precious In Mine Also".

You Must Not Say That This Cannot Be, Or That That Is Contrary To Nature. You Do Not Know What Nature Is, Or What She Can Do; And Nobody Knows; Not Even Sir Roderick Murchison, Or Professor Huxley, Or Mr. Darwin, Or Professor Faraday, Or Mr. Grove, Or Any Other Of The Great Men Whom Good Boys Are Taught To Respect. They Are Very Wise Men; And You Must Listen Respectfully To All They Say: But Even If They Should Say, Which I Am Sure They Never Would, 'that Cannot Exist. That Is Contrary To Nature,' You Must Wait A Little, And See; For Perhaps Even They May Be Wrong.

For Men Must Work And Women Must Weep, And The Sooner It's Over, The Sooner To Sleep.

It Is Not Darkness You Are Going To, For God Is Light. It Is Not Lonely, For Christ Is With You. It Is Not Unknown Country, For Christ Is There.

Make It A Rule And Pray To God To Help You Keep It . . . Never, If Possible, To Lie Down At Night Without Being Able To Say "i Have Made One Human Being At Least A Little Wiser, A Little Happier, Or A Little Better This Day."