Tis The Hard Grey Weather Breeds Hard

Mathematical Knowledge Is Not-as All Cambridge Men Are Surely Aware-the Result Of Any Special Gift. It Is Merely The Development Of Those Conceptions Of Form And Number Which Every Human Being Possesses; And Any Person Of Average Intellect Can Make Himself A Fair Mathematician If He Will Only Pay Continuous Attention; In Plain English, Think Enough About The Subject.

Do You Feel That You Have Lost Your Way In Life? Then God Himself Will Show You Your Way. Are You Utterly Helpless, Worn Out, Body And Soul? Then God's Eternal Love Is Ready And Willing To Help You Up, And Revive You. Are You Wearied With Doubts And Terrors? Then God's Eternal Light Is Ready To Show You Your Way; God's Eternal Peace Ready To Give You Peace. Do You Feel Yourself Full Of Sins And Faults? Then Take Heart; For God's Unchangeable Will Is, To Take Away Those Sins, And Purge You From Those Faults.

In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year Of The Christian Era, Some Three Hundred Miles Above Alexandria, The Young Monk Philammon Was Sitting On The Edge Of A Low Range Of Inland Cliffs, Crested With Drifting Sand.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting — A Wayside Sacrament; Welcome It In Every Fair Face, Every Fair Sky, Every Fair Flower, And Thank For It Him.

If You Wish To Be Like A Little Child, Study What A Little Child Could Understand — Nature; And Do What A Little Child Could Do — Love.