The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal

Sweet Is The Breath Of Praise When Given By Those Whose Own High Merit Claims The Praise They Give.

It Is Doing Some Service To Humanity, To Amuse Innocently. They Know But Little Of Society Who Think We Can Bear To Be Always Employed, Either In Duties Or Meditation, Without Relaxation.

The Ubiquity Of The Divine Presence Is The Only True Support, And I Am Sometimes Astonished How Persons, Who Evidently Do Not Possess That Grand Source Of Consolation, Keep Up Their Spirits Under Trials And Difficulties. It Must Be Owing To Careless Tempers And Nerves Of Brass.

In Men This Blunder Still You Find; All Think Their Little Set Mankind.

Affliction Is A Sort Of Moral Gymnasium In Which The Disciples Of Christ Are Trained To Robust Exercise, Hardy Exertion, And Severe Conflict.