A Faint Endeavor Ends In

The Keen Spirit Seizes The Prompt Occasion.

The Constant Habit Of Perusing Devout Books Is So Indispensable, That It Has Been Termed The Oil Of The Lamp Of Prayer. Too Much Reading, However, And Too Little Meditation, May Produce The Effect Of A Lamp Inverted; Which Is Extinguished By The Very Excess Of That Ailment, Whose Property Is To Feed It.

Our Infinite Obligations To God Do Not Fill Our Hearts Half As Much As A Petty Uneasiness Of Our Own; Nor His Infinite Perfections As Much As Our Smallest Wants.

Who Are Those Ever Multiplying Authors That With Unparalleled Fecundity Are Overstocking The World With Their Quick Succeeding Progeny? They Are Novel-writers.

O Jealousy, Thou Ugliest Fiend Of Hell! Thy Deadly Venom Preys On My Vitals, Turns The Healthful Hue Of My Flesh Check To Haggard Sallowness, And Drinks My Spirit Up!