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AS SEEN AT WORK

IN ITS BIOGRAPHIES.

BY

CANON HENRY LEWIS, M.A.,

Rector and Rural Dean of Bermondsey, London, S.E.

PUBLISHED UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE CHRISTIAN

EVIDENCE COMMITTEE

SOCIETY FOR PROMOTING CHRISTIAN KNOWLEDGE
LONDON: NORTHUMBERLAND AVENUE, W.C.

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BRIGHTON: 129, NORTH STREET

NEW YORK: E, S, GORHAM

FOBLEIAN

2011914

LIBRARY

When a philosopher has once laid hold of a favourite principle, which perhaps accounts for many natural effects, he extends the same principle over the whole creation, and reduces it to every phenomenon, though by the most violent and absurd reasoning. Our own mind being narrow and contracted, we cannot extend our conception to the variety and extent of nature; but imagine that she is as much bounded, in her operations, as we are in our speculations." DAVID HUME, Essays on "The Sceptic."

"Great God! I'd rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathéd horn."

WORDSWORTH, The World is too much with us.

"I close this book with words that indeed resume in themselves all that I have ever written or spoken during half a century, which is this that all our mighty achievements are being hampered and often neutralised, all our difficulties are being doubled, and all our moral and social diseases are being aggravated by this supreme and dominant fact that we have suffered our religion to slide from us, and that in effect our age has no abiding faith in any religion at all." Autobiographic Memories by FREDERIC HARRISON. (Published 1911.)

"The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think?
So, the All-Great were the All-Loving too-
So, through the thunder comes a human voice
Saying, O heart I made, a heart beats here!'
Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself,
Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine,
But love I gave thee, with Myself to love,
And thou must love me who have died for thee,
The madman saith He said so: It is strange."

BROWNING, An Epistle.

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MERI PIYARI BIBI.

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