In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of

I Go At What I Have To Do As If There Were Nothing Else In The World For Me To Do.

Never Trample On Any Soul Though It May Be Lying In The Veriest Mire; For That Last Spark Of Self-respect Is Its Only Hope, Its Only Chance; The Last Seed Of A New And Better Life: The Voice Of God That Whispers To It: "you Are Not What You Ought To Be, And You Are Not What You Can Be. You Are Still God's Child, Still An Immortal Soul. You May Rise Yet. And Fight A Good Fight Yet, And Be A Man Once More, After The Likeness Of God Who Made You, And Christ Who Died For You!

You Must Not Talk About 'ain't And Can't' When You Speak Of This Great Wonderful World Round You, Of Which The Wisest Man Knows Only The Very Smallest Corner, And Is, As The Great Sir Isaac Newton Said, Only A Child Picking Up Pebbles On The Shore Of A Boundless Ocean.

How Many Serious Family Quarrels, Marriages Out Of Spite, And Alterations Of Wills, Might Have Been Prevented By A Gentle Dose Of Blue Pill!-what Awful Instances Of Chronic Dyspepsia In The Characters Of Hamlet And Othello! Banish Dyspepsia And Spirituous Liquors From Society, And You Have No Crime, Or At Least So Little That You Would Not Consider It Worth Mentioning.

He Was Not Only, I Soon Discovered, A Water Drinker, But A Strict Vegetarian, To Which, Perhaps, He Owed A Great Deal Of The Almost Preternatural Clearness, Volubility, And Sensitiveness Of Mind.