He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.
Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.
For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.