The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.