Such men, however, are divided only by their intellects.

When men say, "I must or I must not, for it is right or it is not right," then are they in reality so bound together, even should they not acknowledge it themselves, that no opposing opinions, no conflicting theories concerning what is or is not right, can really part them.

It was not wonderful that a mind like that of Jeremy Taylor, best fitted for worshipping the beauty of holiness, should mourn over the disrupted order of his church, or that a mind like Milton's, best fitted for the law of life, should demand that every part of that order which had ceased to vibrate responsive to every throb of the eternal heart of truth, should fall into the ruin which its death had preceded.

The church was hardly dealt with, but the rulers of the church have to bear the blame.
Here are those I judge the best of the bishop's _Festival Hymns_, printed as part of his _Golden Grove_, or _Gide to Devotion_.

In the first there is a little confusion of imagery; and in others of them will be found a little obscurity.