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THE HOLY WRITINGS.
is less sweet than the Almighty's offered mercies. The fabled bird which sheds her blood for the nourishment of her innocent offspring, is cruel in comparison with Him, who bled, who died, for those who cursed and tortured Him. Do we ask grandeur, wildness, or strength? Look there! there upon the law of Him whose very self is grandeur, whose glance is lightning, and whose arm is strength.
The hand of the impious and the envious may hurl the dust of derision upon this sacred volume: still it will shine on, brighter and brighter, while time shall be!
