The breath of the roses, mingled with the fragrant bohea, which stood just made on the little breakfast-table.

He drove [his tee shot] behind a tree and tried to slip his second [shot] through a narrow opening, but hit another tall loblolly pine.

[…] But, wroth because this man in full assembly, / Came and reviled thee, thou wouldst shew thy prowess, / The prowess that attends thee, that henceforth / Not e'er a man might think to scorn thy prowess, […]

It is a loveful dominion at which he must arrive. To this he never can attain, so long as his lower appetites and natures are interested in giving a lower value to the animals. He who goes to the butcher to cheapen lamb-chops for his gratification, is not in the best possible condition for declaring God's highest purpose in the creation of lambs.