That order of the Church is the proper one, which disposes men to earnest meditation, which causes men to feel the weight of truth and be humbled under it; and that order is an unworthy one, which occupies the popular mind with deaneries and bishoprics, Michaelmases and Epiphanies, St. John's days and St. Stephen's days. If a preacher wish to present the doctrine of divine sovereignty to his hearers, he must let it pervade all the exercises of the Sabbath, […]

Around the house the flakes fly faster, And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster [..]

We had a helluva good time at the party.

Although the language may not be going to hell in a handbasket — what is a handbasket, anyway? — some of its speakers appear ready to burninate a noob.