Fragments

The Turn Of Time.-" When things come to the worst, then they begin to mend. And now at the worst they assuredly were; so this was the turning-point-the cold hour before the dawn."
Home.-" I wonder shall I ever see you all again! In my thoughts I dwell with you; in my dreams I tread the green fields of home, and pluck those flowers that too soon wither in my grasp;—for I wake and find myself in a foreign land."