Some were upon their knees at the bedside, others standing around, and all weeping.
Death is a leveler; and neither age, sex, wealth, nor condition, can avert when he is permitted to strike.

The most beautiful flowers must soon fade and droop and die.

So, also, with man; his days are as uncertain as the passing breeze.

This hour he glows in the blush of health and vigor, but the next, he may be counted with the number no more known on earth.

Oh, what a silence pervaded the house when this young flower was gone! In the midst of the buoyancy of youth, this cherished one had dropped and died.