In Some Way The Secret Vice Exhales

The City An Epitome Of The Social World. All The Belts Of Civilization Intersect Along Its Avenues. It Contains The Products Of Every Moral Zone. It Is Cosmopolitan, Not Only In A National, But A Spiritual Sense.

Labor, With Its Coarse Raiment And Its Bare Right Arm, Has Gone Forth In The Earth, Achieving The Truest Conquests And Rearing The Most Durable Monuments. It Has Opened The Domain Of Matter And The Empire Of The Mind. The Wild Beast Has Fled Before It, And The Wilderness Has Fallen Back.... Its Triumphal March Is The Progress Of Civilization.

Christianity Has Made Martyrdom Sublime, And Sorrow Triumphant.

Conscience Is Its Own Readiest Accuser.

It Is A Most Fearful Fact To Think Of, That In Every Heart There Is Some Secret Spring That Would Be Weak At The Touch Of Temptation, And That Is Liable To Be Assailed. Fearful, And Yet Salutary To Think Of; For The Thought May Serve To Keep Our Moral Nature Braced. It Warns Us That We Can Never Stand At Ease, Or Lie Down In This Field Of Life, Without Sentinels Of Watchfulness And Campfires Of Prayer.