He becomes querulous as the mighty besom sweeps away sacred dust and consecrated cobwebs.

"Men should not attempt every thing at once," he writes, "but rather step by step.

That which men can not improve they must look at through the fingers.

If the godlessness of mankind requires such fierce physicians as Luther, if man can not be healed with soothing ointments and cooling drinks, let us hope that God will comfort, as repentant, those whom he has punished as rebellious.

If the dove of Christ--not the owl of Minerva--would only fly to us, some measure might be put to the madness of mankind." Meantime the man, whose talk is not of doves and owls, the fierce physician, who deals not with ointments and cooling draughts, strides past the crowd of gentle quacks to smite the foul disease.