No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems

If You Keep A Thing Seven Years, You Are Sure To Find A Use For It.

Every Hour Has Its End.

Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?

"charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, On!" Were The Last Words Of Marmion.

A Mother's Pride, A Father's Joy.