glaze in their last sleep, and you lose that temporal world and
what you perhaps considered all, as in a haze, your dim vision
will then be displaced by the true creation that will be eternal.
Your unattained ambitions, your hopes, and your ideals will be
swallowed in the grave. Your works will secure you a place in
history, and many will remember your names until, in time,
oblivion covers your memory as the grass conceals your tombs.
Are you prepared for the time when your eyes become blind, and
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On went the Eurasian, up to her waist in the flood, with
for something that was not disclosed by the sunshine. It
“You don’t call Mumps a cur, I suppose?” said Maggie,
to you for thinking of me, and being so good to me and
damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
takin’ the liberty, Miss — I thought I’d make free
in the mill. Once before, since his illness, he had had
Hall there. My eyes! I wonder what the chaps wear as go
Was it, though, the ever beautiful blossoms of hollyhocks
not stay to meals, and the constraint caused by Mr. Tulliver’s
fowls, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle; the order
“But Bob,” said Maggie, looking serious, “that’s