We Mortals Hear Only The News, And

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

A Man's Life Breath Cannot Come Back Again-- No Raiders In Force, No Trading Brings It Back, Once It Slips Through A Man's Clenched Teeth.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death