It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

We allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour to one or two hours in its perusal

In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

It is the curse of a certain order of mind, that it can never rest satisfied with the consciousness of its ability to do a thing.Still less is it content with doing it. It must both know and show how it was done.

Not hear it? --yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long --long --long --many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it --yet I dared not --oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! --I dared not --I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!