"Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining"
WHAT! can this be true in this dark world of ours, where the thick clouds of sorrow, disappointed hopes, and bereavements are continually hanging over us, obscuring even the bright star of hope； where upon every passing breeze is borne deep wailings of woe, bitter sighs ascending from bruised and broken hearts mourning over lost hopes, crushed affections, wasted love； struggling vainly for victory in the fierce battle of life； groping about in darkness to catch, if possible, one gleam of sunlight from the heavy clouds--but in vain?
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." Another shrine robbed of its idol； another hearth left desolate. See, how the black clouds settle down and press more closely around that lonely widowed one. Grim Death mocks at his grief from the open grave, so soon to receive his heart‘s idol. Ay, remove the coffin lid； gaze with all the agonizing bitterness of a _last_ look upon that cold marble face； was aught on earth so lovely? Ki

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