“It is thus with our life. We silently glide along, little dreaming about the waves which will so soon sweep over us, dashing us up against the rocks, or stranding us forever. we do not dream that we shall ever… — Fanny Kelly Copy Share Image
“On the summits of these heights I found shells such as are picked up at the seaside. The Indians accounted for their appearance there… — Fanny Kelly Copy Share Image
“It is thus with our life. We silently glide along, little dreaming about the waves which will so soon sweep over us, dashing us… — Fanny Kelly Copy Share Image
“Mother! what a world of affection is comprised in that single word; how little do we in the giddy round of youthful pleasure and… — Fanny Kelly Copy Share Image
