...absolute rest. If too late to bleed, rely upon the hypodermic administration of morphine. You may fail, but "in the night of death hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing." Inject it cautiously, slowly, watching the effect upon her breathing ; slow it gradually ; bring it...

...in Bereavement. — " Life is a narrow vale, between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry...and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered...

...brother, he says : " Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry...and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing." Then, again, in his remarks at the grave of a child of a friend, he says, " We do not know whether...

...thought of the contrast: " Life is a narrow vale, between the cold, barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights ; we cry...and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry." GIRLS IN INDIA. AMONG THE LOWER CLASSES. "THE threshold weeps forty days when a girl is born," says...

...vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the hights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry." This, then, is the despairing moan of one of the brightest infidels of our country — of one who is...

...comfort when you come to lie here." Ingersoll sadly says over the remains of his beloved brother, " We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry;" and, speaking of his dead brother, he says: " He climbed the hights, and left all superstition far...

...death, and said : " Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities ; we strive in vain to look beyond the heights ; we cry...and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered...

...grandest of truths : Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry...a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of awing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered...

...of mystery and death. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry...lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word." Ah ! verily, none know so well, down in their deepest experiences, as do the votaries of Reason how...

...wilderness of fl iwers. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry...and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered...