The Scriptures aim not merely to paint life, but to quicken and reproduce life. How much more, then, is needed a surrender of the will before there can be adequate appreciation of the Scriptures? If the Scriptures are the results primarily of […]

'T is warbled by the bird / Whose springtide voice is heard; / 'T is told throughout the vale / By fragrance we inhale; / While every verdant lawn / Reveals it to the dawn.

He possessed a large squirt gun which he delighted to fill with bilge water in the dead of night.

Eustace gaped at him in amazement. When his urbanity dropped away from him, as now, he had an innocence of expression which was almost infantile. It was as if the world had never touched him at all.