We ourselves can die with comfort and even with joy if we know that death is but a passport to blessedness, that this intellect, freed from all material chains, shall rise and shine.

Taking it in its wider and generic application, I understand faith to be the supplement of sense or, to change the phrase, all knowledge which comes not to us through our senses we gain by faith in others.

If you live for any joy on earth, you may be forsaken but, oh, live for Jesus, and he will never forsake you!

If you live for pleasure, your ability to enjoy it may pass away and your senses grow dim.

If I know that I shall be as an angel, and more if I shall behold all God has made if he shall own me for his son and exalt me to honor in his presence, I shall not fear to die, nor shall I dread the grave where Christ once lay.

Wherever public worship has been established and regularly aintained, idolatry has vanished from the face of the earth. There is not now a temple to a heathen god where the word of God is read.

The name of Abraham Lincoln is imperishable.

I do not purpose to discuss faith in its dogmatic sense today.

I rejoice that the reign of Christ is such, while it thrills the soul with emotions, and opens before the highest intellect the most ooundless conceptions, we are left at the same time ready, though our hearts be thrilled, to have our hands filled for deeds of benevolence and love. The happiest moments may be the busiest moments.

Passing into practical life, illustrations of this fact are found everywhere the distant, or the unseen, steadies and strengthens us against the rapid whirl of things around us.

Washington and the elder Napoleon. Both were brave men both were true men both loved their country and dared to expose their lives for their country's cause.

Mr. Lincoln's elevation shows that in America every station in life may be honorable that there is no barrier against the humblest but that merit, wherever it exists, has the opportunity to be known.

The temptations to wrong are many they spring out of a corrupt nature.

We know the past and its great events, the present in its multitudinous complications, chiefly through faith in the testimony of others.

If you live for fame, men may turn against you.

If we look at the realm of knowledge, how exceedingly small and limited is that part acquired through our own senses how wide is that we gain from other sources.

Sanctification is not regeneration.