You must forget me--forget yourself--forget all but the grand object.

And this is a season of all others, when it is most needful to lead a life of piety, to look upon yourself as dead to this world, and to be ever prepared for that to come.

I shudder to think what might have been my portion had I perished in my sin." "Yours is a most happy frame of mind," returned Leonard, "and I would I had a chance of attaining the same tranquillity.

But if you have conquered your love for the earl,--if your heart is disengaged, why deny me a hope ?" "My heart is _not_ disengaged, Leonard," she replied; "it is engrossed by Heaven.

While the plague is raging around us thus--while thousands are daily carried off by that devouring scourge--and while every hour, every moment, may be our last, our thoughts ought always to be fixed above.