There are those to whom a sense of religion has come in storm and tempest; there are those whom it has summoned amid scenes of revelry and idle vanity; there are those, too, who have heard its "still small voice" amid rural leisure and placid retirement. But perhaps the knowledge which causeth not to err is most frequently impressed upon the mind during the season of affliction.

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!

Threatened folk live long.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

Real valor consists not in being insensible to danger; but in being prompt to confront and disarm it.