Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would

How Was It That He Haunted Her Imagination So Persistently? What Could It Be? Why Did She Care For What He Thought, In Spite Of All Her Pride In Spite Of Herself? She Believed That She Could Have Borne The Sense Of Almighty Displeasure, Because He Knew All, And Could Read Her Penitence, And Hear Her Cries For Help In Time To Come. But Mr.thornton-why Did She Tremble, And Hide Her Face In The Pillow? What Strong Feeling Had Overtaking Her At Last?

My Heart Burnt Within Me With Indignation And Grief; We Could Think Of Nothing Else. All Night Long We Had Only Snatches Of Sleep, Waking Up Perpetually To The Sense Of A Great Shock And Grief. Every One Is Feeling The Same. I Never Knew So Universal A Feeling.

All The Earth, Though It Were Full Of Kind Hearts, Is But A Desolation And Desert Place To A Mother When Her Only Child Is Absent.

His Laws Once Broken, His Justice And The Very Nature Of Those Laws Bring The Immutable Retribution; But If We Turn Penitently To Him, He Enables Us To Bear Our Punishment With A Meek And Docile Heart, ‘for His Mercy Endureth Forever.

There Is Nothing Like Wounded Affection For Giving Poignancy To Anger.