Stamps God's Own Name Upon

A Noisy Man Is Always In The Right.

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

I Venerate The Man Whose Heart Is Warm, Whose Hands Are Pure, Whose Doctrine And Whose Life, Coincident, Exhibit Lucid Proof That He Is Honest In The Sacred Cause.

All Zeal For A Reform, That Gives Offence To Peace And Charity, Is Mere Pretence.

Friends, Books, A Garden, And Perhaps His Pen, Delightful Industry Enjoy'd At Home, An Nature, In Her Cultivated Trim Dress'ed To His Taste, Inviting Him Abroad - Can He Want Occupation Who Has These?