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This Grace Of God Is A Very Great, Strong, Mighty And Active Thing. It Does Not Lie Asleep In The Soul. Grace Hears, Leads, Drives, Draws, Changes, Works All In Man, And Lets Itself Be Distinctly Felt And Experienced. It Is Hidden, But Its Works Are Evident.

Faith Is The Master, And Reason The Maid-servant.

Marriage Is A Civic Matter. It Is Really Not, Together With All Its Circumstances, The Business Of The Church.

Faith, Like Light, Should Always Be Simple And Unbending; While Love, Like Warmth, Should Beam Forth On Every Side, And Bend To Every Necessity Of Our Brethren.

Every Country Must Have Its Own Devil. Welshland Its Own, And France Its Own. Our German Devil Will Be A Good Wind-pipe, And Must Be Called Drinking, Being So Thirsty And Hell-like That No Guzzling Of Wine And Beer, However Large, Will Cool It Off, And I Fear That Such Will Ever Remain Germany's Plague, Until The Day Of Judgment.