And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

Change is the watchword of progression.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend... "The world is better that I lived to-day."

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.

Give us that grand word 'woman' once again, and let's have done with 'lady'; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.