But Every Act In Consequence Of Our

But Every Act In Consequence Of Our Faith, Strengthens Faith.

The Awakenings Of Remorse, Virtuous Shame And Indignation, The Glow Of Moral Approbation If They Do Not Lead To Action, Grow Less And Less Vivid Every Time They Occur, Till At Length The Mind Grows Absolutely Callous.

It Would Be Difficult To Determine Whether The Age Is Growing Better Or Worse; For I Think Our Plays Are Growing Like Sermons, And Our Sermons Like Plays.

Forgotten Rimes, And College Themes, Worm-eaten Plans, And Embryo Schemes; A Mass Of Heterogeneous Matter. A Chaos Dark, Nor Land Nor Water.

Child Of Mortality, Whence Comest Thou? Why Is Thy Countenance Sad, And Why Are Thine Eyes Red With Weeping?