It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
Absence of occupation is not rest.
Still ending, and beginning still.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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.