When I Am Dead, No Pageant Train

When I Am Dead, No Pageant Train Shall Waste Their Sorrows At My Bier. Nor Worthless Pomp Of Homage Vain Stain It With Hypocritic Tear.

We Are Blessed With A Faith, Which Calls Into Action The Whole Intellectual Man; Which Prescribes A Reasonable Service; Which Challenges The Investigation Of Its Evidences; And Which, In The Doctrine Of Immortality, Invests The Mind Of Man With A Portion Of The Dignity Of Divine Intelligence.

There Is No Sanctuary Of Virtue Like A Home.

There Were Speeches Made In Congress In The Very Last Session Before The Outbreak Of The Rebellion, So Ferocious As To Show That Their Authors Were Under The Influence Of A Real Frenzy.

And What I Should Do, By The Grace Of God, I Will Do.