The city hath its offal heap where refuse matter is destroyed; each home its garret, the contents cast out at regular intervals; the individual throws away his old clothes, old tools, old vehicles.

Why should not the soul have its refuse valley--where the past is cast out of life and memory?
Farmers' boys sometimes set steel traps by shocks of corn whither come quail and prairie chickens.

Stepping upon the traps, the cruel jaws close upon foot or wing and the bleeding bird beats out its life upon the frozen ground.

Memory often with cruel jaws holds men entrapped.
A single error wrecks the whole life.

But once forgiven of God let the sin go.