All We Need To Make

For Science Is ... Like Virtue, Its Own Exceeding Great Reward.

All Who Have Travelled Through The Delicious Scenery Of North Devon Must Needs Know The Little White Town Of Bideford, Which Slopes Upwards From Its Broad Tide-river Paved With Yellow Sands, And Many-arched Old Bridge, Where Salmon Wait For Autumn Floods, Toward The Pleasant Upland On The West.

The Health Of A Church Depends Not Merely On The Creed Which It Professes, Not Even On The Wisdom And Holiness Of A Few Great Ecclesiastics, But On The Faith And Virtue Of Its Individual Members.

Nothing Is So Infectious As Example.

The Traveler Fancies He Has Seen The Country. So He Has, The Outside Of It At Least; But The Angler Only Sees The Inside. The Angler Only Is Brought Close, Face To Face With The Flower And Bird And Insect Life Of The Rich Riverbanks, The Only Part Of The Landscape Where The Hand Of Man Has Never Interfered.