And Now I'm Old And Going--i'm Sure

Pray Over Every Truth; For Though The Renewed Heart Is Not "desperately Wicked," It Is Quite Deceitful Enough To Become So, If God Be Forgotten A Moment.

Nature's Deepest Laws, Her Only True Laws, Are Her Invisible Ones.

Now, To Tell My Story--if Not As It Ought To Be Told, At Least As I Can Tell It,--i Must Go Back Sixteen Years, To The Days When Whitbury Boasted Of Forty Coaches Per Diem, Instead Of One Railway, And Set Forth How In Its Southern Suburb, There Stood Two Pleasant House Side By Side, With Their Gardens Sloping Down To The Whit, And Parted From Each Other Only By The High Brick Fruit-wall, Through Which There Used To Be A Door Of Communication; For The Two Occupiers Were Fast Friends.

Do Not Fancy, As Too Many Do, That Thou Canst Praise God By Singing Hymns To Him In Church Once A Week, And Disobeying Him All The Week Long. He Asks Of Thee Works As Well As Words; And More, He Asks Of Thee Works First And Words After.

If You Want To Be Miserable, Think About Yourself, About What You Want, What You Like, What Respect People Ought To Pay You And What People Think Of You.