Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

God forbid that Judges upon their oath should make resolutions to enlarge jurisdiction.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.