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The Only Revenge Which Is Essentially Christian Is That Of Retaliating By Forgiveness.

Now See What A Christian Is, Drawn By The Hand Of Christ. He Is A Man On Whose Clear And Open Brow God Has Set The Stamp Of Truth; One Whose Very Eye Beams Bright With Honor; In Whose Very Look And Bearing You May See Freedom, Manliness, Veracity; A Brave Man--a Noble Man--frank, Generous, True, With, It May Be, Many Faults; Whose Freedom May Take The Form Of Impetuosity Or Rashness, But The Form Of Meanness Never.

That Friend, Given To You By Circumstances Over Which You Have Not Control, Was God's Own Gift.

Home Is The One Place In All This World Where Hearts Are Sure Of Each Other. It Is The Place Of Confidence. It Is The Place Where We Tear Off That Mask Of Guarded And Suspicious Coldness Which The World Forces Us To Wear In Self-defense, And Where We Pour Out The Unreserved Communications Of Full And Confiding Hearts. It Is The Spot Where Expressions Of Tenderness Gush Out Without Any Sensation Of Awkwardness And Without Any Dread Of Ridicule.

Never Does A Man Know The Force That Is In Him Till Some Mighty Affliction Or Grief Has Humanized The Soul.