The incarnation is true, not of Christ exclusively, but of Man universally, and God everlastingly.

The pinafore of the child will be more than a match for the frock of the bishop and the surplice of the priest.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

The health of a community is an almost unfailing index of its morals.

The incarnation is true, not of Christ exclusively, but of Man universally, and God everlastingly.

However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.

I bow in reverence before the emotions of every melted heart....The more intense the delight in their presence, the more poignant the impression of their absence....When the tears of bereavement have had their natural flow, they lead us again to life and love's generous joy.