Death Comes To Us, Under

The Eye Is Inlet To The Soul.

If Our Creator Has So Bountifully Provided For Our Existence Here, Which Is But Momentary, And For Our Temporal Wants, Which Will Soon Be Forgotten, How Much More Must He Have Done For Our Enjoyment In The Everlasting World?

Of All The Ingenious Mistakes Into Which Erring Man Has Fallen, Perhaps None Have Been So Pernicious In Their Consequences, Or Have Brought So Many Evils Into The World, As The Popular Opinion That The Way Of The Transgressor Is Pleasant And Easy.

There Is Nothing That Needs To Be Said In An Unkind Manner.

No Outward Change Need Trouble Him Who Is Inwardly Serene.