...capital in our Christian land, and thought of the contrast: " Life is a narrow vale, between the cold, barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain...heights ; we cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry." GIRLS IN INDIA. AMONG THE LOWER CLASSES. "THE threshold weeps forty days...

...render palatable. Infidel Comfort in Bereavement. — " Life is a narrow vale, between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain...heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word, but in...

...expressions of his. In a tribute to his own brother, he says : " Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain...heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word ; but in...

...be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death. And Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the hights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry." This, then, is the despairing...

...be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death. And Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the hights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry." This, then, is the despairing...

...his tone somewhat while in the face of death, and said : " Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities ; we strive in vain...heights ; we cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry ; from the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word, but in...

...present day obtains a glimpse of the grandest of truths : Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain...heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in...

...can be woven from the warp and woof of mystery and death. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain...heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word." Ah !...

...he would sleep to-night beneath a wilderness of fl iwers. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain...heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word ; but in...

...very much admire, But whose consistency we fail to see. ' Life is a narrow vale between the cold And barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud : our only answer is The mocking echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying...