The vine too is luxuriant, and must be pruned, or it will produce nothing but wood.

It demands constant care and constant labour; I had decorated the little place with flowers too, to make it attractive and pleasant.
"But, ah me! dissent will pull all these up like weeds, and throw them out; and scepticism will raise nothing but gaudy annuals.

The perennials will not flourish without cultivating and enriching the ground; _their roots are in the heart_.

The religion of our Church, which is the same as this of England, is a religion which inculcates love: filial love towards God; paternal love to those committed to our care; brotherly love, to our neighbour, nay, something more than is known by that term in its common acceptation, for we are instructed to love our neighbour as ourselves.
"We are directed to commence our prayer with "Our Father." How much of love, of tenderness, of forbearance, of kindness, of liberality, is embodied in that word--children: of the same father, members of the same great human family I Love is the bond of union--love dwelleth in the heart; and the heart must be cultivated, that the seeds of affection may germinate in it.
"Dissent is cold and sour; it never appeals to the affections, but it scatters denunciations, and rules by terror.

Scepticism is proud and self-sufficient.