An Aged Christian, With The Snow Of

How Much In This World Is Charged To Chance Or Fortune, Or Veiled Under A More Devout Name, And Accorded To Providence; While, When We Come To Look Honestly Into Affairs, We Find It To Be A Debt Of Our Own Accumulation, And One Which We Must Inevitably Pay.

O, How Much Those Men Are To Be Valued Who, In The Spirit With Which The Widow Gave Up Her Two Mites, Have Given Up Themselves! How Their Names Sparkle! How Rich Their Very Ashes Are! How They Will Count Up In Heaven!

The Essence Of Justice Is Mercy.

The More We Sympathize With Excellence, The More We Go Out Of Self, The More We Love, The Broader And Deeper Is Our Personality.

Events Are Only The Shells Of Ideas; And Often It Is The Fluent Thought Of Ages That Is Crystallized In A Moment By The Stroke Of A Pen Or The Point Of A Bayonet.