Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

I never told my love vocally still.