Intellect Really Exists In Its

Christianity Is Within A Man, Even As He Is Gifted With Reason; It Is Associated With Your Mother's Chair, And With The First Remembered, Tones Of Her Blessed Voice.

Perhaps 'tis Pretty To Force Together Thoughts So All Unlike Each Other; To Mutter And Mock A Broken Charm, To Dally With Wrong That Does No Harm.

It Has Been Observed Before That Images, However Beautiful, Though Faithfully Copied From Nature, And As Accurately Represented In Words, Do Not Of Themselves Characterize The Poet. They Become Proofs Of Original Genius Only As Far As They Are Modified By A Predominant Passion; Or By Associated Thoughts Or Images Awakened By That Passion; Or When They Have The Effect Of Reducing Multitude To Unity, Or Succession To An Instant; Or Lastly, When A Human And Intellectual Life Is Transferred To Them From The Poet's Spirit.

Facts Are Not Truths; They Are Not Conclusions; They Are Not Even Premises, But In The Nature And Parts Of Premises.

How Wonderfully Beautiful Is The Delineation Of The Characters Of The Three Patriarchs In Genesis! To Be Sure If Ever Man Could, Without Impropriety, Be Called, Or Supposed To Be, "the Friend Of God," Abraham Was That Man. We Are Not Surprised That Abimelech And Ephron Seem To Reverence Him So Profoundly. He Was Peaceful, Because Of His Conscious Relation To God.