But our sorrows come from Heaven, as do our blessings, and must be accepted." "We are all like grass," said Archie, "and must be cut down in our turns." Archie, in saying this, intended to put on his best behavior.

He was as sincere as he knew how to be.
"Come, Archie, none of that," said his brother.

"It is my uncle's trade." "Hugh," said the rector, "unless you can think of it so, you will find no comfort." "And I expect none, so there is an end of that.

Different people think of these things differently, you know, and it is of no more use for me to bother you than it is for you to bother me.

My boy has gone, and I know that he will not come back to me.