Watch And Pray, Dear, Never Get Tired

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

... Swept Into The Giddy Vortex Which Keeps So Many Young People Revolving Aimlessly, Till They Go Down Or Are Cast Upon The Shore, Wrecks Of What They Might Have Been

[she Was] Kept There In The Sort Of Embrace A Man Gives To The Dearest Creature The World Holds For Him.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.