Nevertheless, His Moustachios Are Splendid.

A Solitary Life Cherishes Mere Fancies Until They Become Manias.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

There Is Always A Pleasure In Unravelling A Mystery, In Catching At The Gossamer Clue Which Will Guide To Certainty.

The Question Always Is, Has Everything Been Done To Make The Sufferings Of These Exceptions As Small As Possible? Or, In The Triumph Of The Crowded Procession, Have The Helpless Been Trampled On, Instead Of Being Gently Lifted Aside Out Of The Roadway Of The Conqueror, Whom They Have No Power To Accompany On His March?

His Laws Once Broken, His Justice And The Very Nature Of Those Laws Bring The Immutable Retribution; But If We Turn Penitently To Him, He Enables Us To Bear Our Punishment With A Meek And Docile Heart, ‘for His Mercy Endureth Forever.