Patchwork? Ah, no! It was memory, imagination, history, biography,…

I've noticed that whenever a woman's willin' to be imposed upon there's always a man standin' 'round ready to do the imposin'.

It is only a plain tale of plain people told in the plain dialect of a plain old woman.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so:—

And also there’s a little star So white a virgin’s it must be:— Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me.

O fairest of the feather’d train! For whom I sing, for whom I burn, Attend with pity to my strain, And grant my love a kind return.

The everlasting covenant which God has made with Jesus, and through Jesus with all His beloved people, individually, is a strong ground of consolation amidst the tremblings of human hope, the fluctuations of creature things, and the …