Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.

The pulpit is a clergyman's parade; the parish is his field of active service.

Never let a man imagine that he can pursue a good end by evil means, without sinning against his own soul. The evil effect on himself is certain.

The march of intellect is proceeding at quick time; and if its progress be not accompanied by a corresponding improvement in morals and religion, the faster it proceeds, with the more violence will you be hurried down the road to ruin.

Our knowledge, is our power, and God our strength.

It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also.