tending rather to confuse the intellect, than to enlighten the conscience, of whom we cannot say they have lived in vain. By their faults do they teach us, and by their wanderings amid arid sands and dreary icebergs do we learn to appreciate the infinite attributes of that Being whose compassionate love entitles him to the crowning glory which permits all his erring children to address him reverently as, Our Father!
Our Father! This is no idle sounding title. When the world misjudges us and friends grow cold; when the burden of our sins oppresses us and no human eye deigns a glance of sympathy; when prejudice hurls its stinging dart and no avenue of defence opens before us, the weary soul turns with yearning confidence to this sure and steadfast Friend who never casts it off, and unto whom no aspiration ascends unheeded.
