She's Stark Raving Mad!

Still, As Christmas-tide Comes Round, They Remember It Again - Echo Still The Joyful Sound "peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!"

By Which I Get My Wealth-- And Very Gladly Will I Drink Your Honour's Noble Health.

And Ever, As The Story Drained The Wells Of Fancy Dry, And Faintly Strove That Weary One To Put The Subject By, "the Rest Next Time--" "it Is Next Time!" The Happy Voice Cry. Thus Grew The Tale Of Wonderland

When All Has Been Considered, It Seems To Me To Be The Irresistible Intuition That Infinite Punishment For Finite Sin Would Be Unjust, And Therefore Wrong. We Feel That Even Weak And Erring Man Would Shrink From Such An Act. And We Cannot Conceive Of God As Acting On A Lower Standard Of Right And Wrong.

Which Way You Ought To Go Depends On Where You Want To Get To.