The steam-chest is hot and swollen.

The brain and the digestion begin to smoke.

Stop, ye flying quills! "Down brakes!" A hot axle! Some of the worst tempered people of the day are religious people, from the fact that they have no rest.

Added to the necessary work of the world, they superintend two Sunday-schools, listen to two sermons, and every night have meetings of charitable and Christian institutions.

They look after the beggars, hold conventions, speak at meetings, wait on ministers, serve as committeemen, take all the hypercriticisms that inevitably come to earnest workers, rush up and down the world and develop their hearts at the expense of all the other functions.