Life Like An Empty Dream Flits By.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls The Burial-ground God's-acre! It Is Just; It Consecrates Each Grave Within Its Walls, And Breathes A Benison O'er The Sleeping Dust.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

The Greatest Firmness Is The Greatest Mercy.

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.