Forget, and think of other things! Oh, God! do they not understand that the material world is but a film, through every pore of which God's awful spirit world is shining through on us?
We keep as far from others as we can.
One night, a rare clear moonlight night, we kneel in the window; every one else is asleep, but we kneel reading by the moonlight.

It is a chapter in the prophets, telling how the chosen people of God shall be carried on the Gentiles' shoulders.

Surely the devil might leave us alone; there is not much to handle for him there.

But presently he comes.
"Is it right there should be a chosen people?
To Him, who is father to all, should not all be dear ?" How can we answer him?
We were feeling so good till he came.

We put our head down on the Bible and blister it with tears.