An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.