I can not find what I know must be there.

Oh, why does God give such a face as this to a fool ?" "Not a word against her," said Henry.

"She is as wise, and as noble, and as good, as she is beautiful.

She has but one fault; she loves another man.

Put her sweet face away; hide it from me till I am an old man, and can bring it out to show young folks why I lived and die a bachelor.
Good-by, dear mother, I must saddle Black Harry, and away to my night's work." The days were very short now, and Henry spent two-thirds of his time in Cairnhope Church.