Do It Now. It Is

More Tears Are Shed In Playhouses Than In Churches.

Perhaps God Does With His Heavenly Garden As We Do With Our Own. He May Chiefly Stock It From Nurseries, And Select For Transplanting What Is Yet In Its Young And Tender Age--flowers Before They Have Bloomed And Trees Ere They Begin To Bear.

You Are So To Put Forth The Power That God Has Given You; You Are So To Give, And Sacrifice To Give, As To Earn The Eulogium Pronounced On The Woman, "she Hath Done What She Could." Do It Now. It Is Not A Safe Thing To Leave A Generous Feeling To The Cooling Influences Of A Cold World. If You Intend To Do A Mean Thing, Wait Till Tomorrow; If You Are To Do A Noble Thing, Do It Now,--now!

As In Nature, As In The Arts, So In Grace; It Is Rough Treatment That Gives Souls As Well As Stones Their Lustre; The More The Diamond Is Cut The Brighter It Sparkles; And In What Seems Hard Dealing, Their God Has No End In View But To Perfect His People's Graces. Our Father, And And Kindest Of Fathers, He Afflicts Not Willingly; He Sends Tribulations, But Hear St Paul Tell Their Purpose, - "tribulation Worketh Patience, And Patience Experience, And Experience Hope."

The Bible, Which Ranges Over A Period Of Four Thousand Years, Records But One Instance Of A Death-bed Conversion (the Thief On The Cross) - One That None May Despair, And But One That None May Presume.