Excerpt from Our County, Vol. 3 of 3 (Classic Reprint)
What 's yet in this That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths yet death we fear, That makes these Odds all even.
IN the moss-grown tower of the church, raising its head above the thick foliage of surrounding trees, a bell swung in mea sured and mournful sounds. Now swelling on the wind, and then sighing away in the distance, the sad knell was carried from house to house, and struck as coldly as its iron tongue on many a grieving heart.