When the dawn of Christmas morning broke, my Frank was with God.
"And that," she went on, "happened thirty years ago.

I have suffered since.

I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities.

Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman." "You have done much good," I said; for she was noted for her liberal almsgiving.
"I have not withheld money, you mean, where it could assuage affliction.

What of that?
It cost me no effort or pang to give.