A Lion May Die Of

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!

They Are Perfect; How Else?-they Shall Never Change: We Are Faulty; Why Not?-we Have Time In Store.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?