True, sometimes separating the promptings of the Spirit from the pressures of our own thoughts and desires can be a delicate task.

Before them, with her face upraised, In timid attitude, Like one half curious, half amazed, A Quadroon maiden stood.

It is a pleasant picture to dwell on ; the farm, a small state. in itself, with the mowers and gleaners singing about the last wainful of corn ;

Can I get a new sports car? Over my dead body!