Mere edification in holiness was not enough for them.

A large infusion of some polemic element was necessary to make the meat savory and such as their souls loved.

Their ambition was not to grow in grace, but in social influence and regard--to glorify their dissent, not the communion of saints.

Upon the chief corner-stone they would build their stubble of paltry religionism; they would set up their ragged tent in the midst of the eternal temple, careless how it blocked up window and stair.
Now last week Mr.Drake had requested his new butcher to send his bill--with some little anxiety, because of the sudden limitation of his income; but when he saw it he was filled with horror.

Amounting only to a very few pounds, causes had come together to make it a large one in comparison with the figures he was accustomed to see.