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It Is A Mistake To Consider Marriage Merely As A Scheme Of Happiness. It Is Also A Bond Of Service. It Is The Most Ancient Form Of That Social Ministration Which God Has Ordained For All Human Beings, And Which Is Symbolized By All The Relations Of Nature.

The Gospel Has But A Forced Alliance With War. Its Doctrine Of Human Brotherhood Would Ring Strangely Between The Opposed Ranks. The Bellowing Speech Of Cartoon And The Baptism Of Blood Mock Its Liturgies And Sacraments. Its Gentle Beatitudes Would Hardly Serve As Mottoes For Defiant Banners, Nor Its List Of Graces As Names For Ships-of-the-line.

Those Old Ages Are Like The Landscape That Shows Best In Purple Distance, All Verdant And Smooth, And Bathed In Mellow Light.

All Natural Results Are Spontaneous. The Diamond Sparkles Without Effort, And The Flowers Open Impulsively Beneath The Summer Rain. And True Religion Is A Spontaneous Thing,--as Natural As It Is To Weep, To Love, Or To Rejoice.

Each Thing Lives According To Its Kind; The Heart By Love, The Intellect By Truth, The Higher Nature Of Man By Intimate Communion With God.