Why, man of idleness, labor has rocked you in the cradle, and nourished your pampered life; without it, the woven silk and the wool upon your bank would be in the shepherd's fold. For the meanest thing that ministers to human want, save the air of heaven, man is indebted to toil; and even the air, in God's wise ordination, is breathed with labor.

Consider and act with reference to the true ends of existence. This world is but the vestibule of an immortal life. Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

We do not compromise our own faith by admitting the honesty of another's doubt.

Swift calls discretion low prudence; it is high prudence, and one of the most important elements entering into either social or political life.

Revolution does not insure progress. You may overturn thrones, but what proof that anything better will grow upon the soil?

The gospel has but a forced alliance with war. Its doctrine of human brotherhood would ring strangely between the opposed ranks. The bellowing speech of cartoon and the baptism of blood mock its liturgies and sacraments. Its gentle beatitudes would hardly serve as mottoes for defiant banners, nor its list of graces as names for ships-of-the-line.

In the matter of faith, we have the added weight of hope to that of reason in the convictions which we sustain relating to a future state.