Newtown, Wales, November 17th, 1858.
It is all over. Our dear father passed away this morning, at a quarter before seven, as quietly and gently as if he had been falling asleep. There was not the least struggle, not the contraction of a limb or a muscle, not an expression of pain on his face. His breathing stopped so gradually that, even as I held his hand, I could scarcely tell the moment when he no longer lived. His last words, distinctly pronounced about twenty minutes before his death, were: "Relief has come."
JAMES OLIVER
The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall he beg in harvest.
—Proverbs xx: 4
You benefit yourself only as you benefit humanity.