Better Is Old Wine Than New, And

You Must Not Say That This Cannot Be, Or That That Is Contrary To Nature. You Do Not Know What Nature Is, Or What She Can Do; And Nobody Knows; Not Even Sir Roderick Murchison, Or Professor Huxley, Or Mr. Darwin, Or Professor Faraday, Or Mr. Grove, Or Any Other Of The Great Men Whom Good Boys Are Taught To Respect. They Are Very Wise Men; And You Must Listen Respectfully To All They Say: But Even If They Should Say, Which I Am Sure They Never Would, 'that Cannot Exist. That Is Contrary To Nature,' You Must Wait A Little, And See; For Perhaps Even They May Be Wrong.

Wherever Is Love And Loyalty, Great Purposes And Lofty Souls, Even Though In A Hovel Or A Mine, There Is Fairyland.

Have Charity; Have Patience; Have Mercy. Never Bring A Human Being, However Silly, Ignorant, Or Weak--above All, Any Little Child--to Shame And Confusion Of Face. Never By Petulance, By Suspicion, By Ridicule, Even By Selfish And Silly Haste--never, Above All, By Indulging In The Devilish Pleasure Of A Sneer--crush What Is Finest And Rouse Up What Is Coarsest In The Heart Of Any Fellow-creature.

And What Is The Joy Of Christ? The Joy And Delight Which Springs Forever In His Great Heart, From Feeling That He Is Forever Doing Good; From Loving All, And Living For All; From Knowing That If Not All, Yet Millions On Millions Are Grateful To Him, And Will Be Forever.

Music. – There Is Something Very Wonderful In Music. Words Are Wonderful Enough: But Music Is Even More Wonderful. It Speaks Not To Our Thoughts As Words Do: It Speaks Straight To Our Hearts And Spirits, To The Very Core And Root Of Our Souls. Music Soothes Us, Stirs Us Up; It Puts Noble Feelings Into Us; It Melts Us To Tears, We Know Not How: – It Is A Language By Itself, Just As Perfect, In Its Way, As Speech, As Words; Just As Divine, Just As Blessed.