The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!

A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.