Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton tolling the bell at noon, Dreams not that great Napoleon Sto

That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.

Men are respectable only as they respect.

Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.

A fact is the end or last issue of spirit. The visible creation is the terminus or the circumference of the invisible world.

Stand guard at the portal of your mind.

The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose ... We distinguish the announcements of the soul, its manifestations of its own nature, by the term Revelation. These are always attended by the emotion of the sublime. For this communication is an influx of the Divine mind into our mind. It is an ebb of the individual rivulet before the flowing surges of the sea of life. Every distinct apprehension of this central commandment agitates men with awe and delight.