Men can make an idol of the Bible.

What a mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.

He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.

So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.

Customs represent the experience of mankind.

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

A mother is as different from anything else that God ever thought of, as can possibly be. She is a distinct and individual creation.