Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel

Th' Longest Lane Will Have A Turning.

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 Was A Filmy Veil Of Soft Dull Mist Obscuring, But Not Hiding, All Objects, Giving Them A Lilac Hue, For The Sun Had Not Yet Fully Set; A Robin Was Singing ... The Leaves Were More Gorgeous Than Ever; The First Touch Of Frost Would Lay Them All Low To The Ground. Already One Or Two Kept Constantly Floating Down, Amber And Golden In The Low Slanting Sun-rays.

No One Loves Me, - No One Cares For Me, But You, Mother.

Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would Get The Start By Rising An Hour Earlier To-morrow.