It may be--nay, it must be--in mercy, that our heavenly Father permitted this natural evil to fall upon us.

The night that approaches will prove, I doubt not, the winter night in which much bread will grow." "Comforter!" He spoke the word with emotion.
"And should I not be ?" was the almost cheerful answer.

"Those who cannot help should at least speak words of comfort." "Words! They are more than words that you have spoken.

They have in them a substance and a life.

But, Fanny, dear child!" he said, turning to his still grieving daughter--"your tears distress me.
They pain more deeply than rebuking sentences.