Death is an inevitable adventure and it is as natural for man to die as to be born. It is the end of many aches and comes unseen in whatsover way, whatever hour. Some grow old, some fall sick, some undergo great suffering, but all must die. What men call accident is but the doing of God’s providence. God personifies Time and it is Time that stretches forth a fatal arm and seizes us from afar. All things find fulfilment, soon or late, if written on the brow by fate. And who can shut out Fate?
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