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date: 1914-01-11

names-on-the-page: Mrs. H; Mrs. C; Patience; Mrs. P

transcription: Jan. 11, 1914
Mrs. H.
Mrs. C.

Patience: "To clap the cover on a steaming pot of herbs will
but modify the stench!"

Mrs. H: "Is that some of your own wisdom, Patience?"

Patience: "Nay, the moonshine is but reflected, wish ye to
weave, then get ye a bobbin. The babe expecteth
his every whim from whence he knoweth not, but
holds a faith."

"Ah, little spot within my heart, wherein the wasted
love of all the world finds rest, and nurtured there,
blossometh as a fragile flower, to be cast unto the
winds and carried to the desolate in tears of sympathy
and words of comforting. Oh, potent is the balm of
love and smiles."

"The home of the land of Desire can but tickle
thy heart, and lo, the sprite whose fair reflection
satisfies thee is a dream child called Peaceful Heart."

"So thou art then afraid that half thyself shall be
the first to go, or that thou must the journey make
alone. Oh, puny fear! Wilt thou then not look in
vain for the morrow's sun, lest he should fearful
be that the mist of early dawn should quench his
burning and, trembling, fall into the ether?"

Mrs. P: "The world is crying for just such proofs of
immortality."

Patience: "To prove a fact, needest thou a book of words,
when e'en a sparrow's chirp telleth thee more?"

"A tale unfolded by the Bishop's drudge may hold
the meat for thousands, while dust and web are
storing on his Eminence. The road to higher plains
leadeth not along the steeple."

"Drop ye a coin and expect the gods to smile.
Chant ye a creed and wordy prayer, reeking with
juice squeezed from thy mug, fat store of self-
love, expecting favor of the God who but enjoys
the show?"

"A gilded altar is not the price of heaven, and
work done in His name needeth no touch to
brighten."

"Need I tell my brother in loud chant, of my
mother's love? She knows. Feed my lambs."

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