But let us beware of private acts of vengeance of our own planning.

We must not forget the reverse of the picture--the mercy as well as the anger of God.
We must not take things out of His hands into our own, lest we stumble and fall.

We have a commandment to love our enemies, and to do good to those that hate us." Charles looked fixedly at him.
"I have not forgotten," he said, in his strange, slow way; "I was brought up amongst those who refuse the sword, calling themselves servants of the Prince of Peace.

We shall see which the Lord will have--peace or war.

Do you think He desires to see a repetition of such scenes as that ?" Charles pointed sternly to the ruined homestead--the grave beside it, and his gloomy eyes looked straight into those of Julian; but he did not even wait for an answer, but plunged along the forest track in an easterly direction.
* * * * * In a wide street in Philadelphia, not far from the Assembly Rooms where such hot debates were constantly going on, stood an old-fashioned house, quaintly gabled, above the door of which hung out a sign board intimating that travellers might find rest and refreshment within.
The whole house was spotlessly clean, and its aspect was prim and sober, as was indeed that of the whole city.