Love Can Make Us Fiends

And What Is The Joy Of Christ? The Joy And Delight Which Springs Forever In His Great Heart, From Feeling That He Is Forever Doing Good; From Loving All, And Living For All; From Knowing That If Not All, Yet Millions On Millions Are Grateful To Him, And Will Be Forever.

Have Charity; Have Patience; Have Mercy. Never Bring A Human Being, However Silly, Ignorant, Or Weak--above All, Any Little Child--to Shame And Confusion Of Face. Never By Petulance, By Suspicion, By Ridicule, Even By Selfish And Silly Haste--never, Above All, By Indulging In The Devilish Pleasure Of A Sneer--crush What Is Finest And Rouse Up What Is Coarsest In The Heart Of Any Fellow-creature.

Do You Think That A Man Is Renewed By God's Spirit, When Except For A Few Religious Phrases, And A Little More Outside Respectability, He Is Just The Old Man, The Same Character At Heart He Ever Was?

Do What Thou Dost As If The Earth Were Heaven, And Thy Last Day The Day Of Judgment.

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.