I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
My sun sets to rise again.
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
The great mind knows the power of gentleness.
But facts are facts and flinch not.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.