Mercy. That Is The Gospel. The Whole

The Best Answer To All Objections Urged Against Prayer Is The Fact That Man Cannot Help Praying; For We May Be Sure That That Which Is So Spontaneous And Ineradicable In Human Nature Has Its Fitting Objects And Methods In The Arrangements Of A Boundless Providence.

Munificent Nature Follows The Methods Of The Divine And True, And Rounds All Things To Her Perfect Law. While Nations Are Convulsed With Blood And Violence, How Quietly The Grass Grows.

A Life Is Black, Whiten It As You Will.

Patriotism! It Is Used To Define So Many Diversities, To Justify So Many Wrongs, To Compass So Many Ends, That Its Life Is Killed Out; It Becomes A Dead Word In The Vocabulary-a Blank Counter, To Be Moved To Any Part Of The Game; And That Flag Which, Streaming From The Mast-head Of Our Ship Of State, Striped With Martyr-blood, And Glistening With The Stars Of Lofty Promise, Should Always Indicate Our Worldwide Mission, And The Glorious Destinies That We Carry Forward, Is Bandied About In Every Selfish Skirmish, And Held Up As The Symbol Of Every Political Privateer.

Why, Man Of Idleness, Labor Has Rocked You In The Cradle, And Nourished Your Pampered Life; Without It, The Woven Silk And The Wool Upon Your Bank Would Be In The Shepherd's Fold. For The Meanest Thing That Ministers To Human Want, Save The Air Of Heaven, Man Is Indebted To Toil; And Even The Air, In God's Wise Ordination, Is Breathed With Labor.