For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather; to the wise man it is the desired port where he moors his bark gladly, as in some quiet haven of the Fortunate Isles; it is the golden west into which his sun sinks, and, sinking, casts back a glory upon the leaden cloud-tack which had darkly besieged his day.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.

'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.