The Incessant Worker - Heaven smiles, nature blooms, death reaps all - The great tree of life is laden with the hopes, fears, joys and sorrows of mortality. From infancy to manhood the progress is smooth and delightful. The sunshine of the moral world dances through the leaves with a gladdening radiance, and its shadows, when cast, serve only to render the returning brightness brighter still to the joyous hearts beneath its branches. The throbbing pulses of youths and maidens beat with as glad a response, and the laughter of childhood rings as cheerily, as if the whistle of that remorseless scythe were not everymore heard beneath, sweeping to their eternal rest those who, having run their course, have dropped from the tree ripe for the harvest. But he who reaps them knows no rest. Above, and all around is life - busy, active, wondrous, mysterious life; below, at the end and at the beginning of all, is DEATH - unwearied, ever-toiling death. ( Taken from The Illustrated Exhibitor Almanack - page 29 - date unknown )