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Rh the youngest—the little brother at his school—who in the intensity of his loving, timid nature, could not lift his large violet eyes through their dewy fringes, when I bade him farewell!

Fade, visions, fade! Hence, memories that shake me like a reed. Soul! look abroad upon the mighty ocean, and up to the glorious sky where God reigneth. Trust in Him, and be content.