There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one of his opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, and he grows angry that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. He is tempted to disdain his correspondents as men of low and dark understandings because they do not believe what he does.

Vice and virtue chiefly imply the relation of our actions to men in this world; sin and holiness rather imply their relation to God and the other world.

A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.

Academical disputation gives vigor and briskness to the mind thus exercised, and relieves the languor of private study and meditation.

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.

Tis the voice of the sluggard I heard him complain,You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.