Munificent Nature Follows The Methods Of The

The Devil Has Been Painted Swarthy, Cloven-footed, Horned, And Hideous. Do We Expect To See Him In That Shape? O, Surely It Would Be Better For Us, If He Did Come In That Shape! The Trouble Is The Devil Never Does Come In That Shape. He Comes By Chance, With Unregistered Signals, And In All Sorts Of Counterfeit Presentiments.

The Productions Of The Press, Fast As Steam Can Make And Carry Them, Go Abroad Through All The Land, Silent As Snowflakes, But Potent As Thunder. It Is An Additional Tongue Of Steam And Lightning, By Which A Man Speaks His First Thought, His Instant Argument Or Grievance, To Millions In A Day.

A Man Can No More Be A Christian Without Facing Evil And Conquering It Than He Can Be A Soldier Without Going To Battle, Facing The Cannon's Mouth, And Encountering The Enemy In The Field.

Profaneness Is A Brutal Vice. He Who Indulges In It Is No Gentleman.

Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown Into It And Tried.