We Are Told Truly That Meekness And

It Is A Severe Rebuke Upon Us, That God Makes Us So Many Allowances, And We Make So Few To Our Neighbour.

Much Reading Is An Oppression Of The Mind, And Extinguishes The Natural Candle, Which Is The Reason Of So Many Senseless Scholars In The World.

[tho]ugh Death Be A Dark Passage; It Leads To Immortality, And That Is Recompense Enough For Suffering Of It. And Yet Faith Lights Us, Even Through The Grave....and This Is The Comfort Of The Good, And The Grave Cannot Hold Them, And They Live As They Die. For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.

We Are Told Truly That Meekness And Modesty Are The Rich And Charming Garments Of The Soul. The Less Showy Our Outward Attire Is, The More Distinctly And Brilliantly Does The Beauty Of These Inner Garments Shine.

No Pain, No Palm; No Thorns, No Throne; No Gall, No Glory; No Cross, No Crown.