CHAPTER VIII.
MORAL CURVATURES.
"I think we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's.

Had we no hope Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope Of yon gray blank sky, we might grow faint To muse upon eternity's constraint Round our aspirant souls; but since the scope Must widen early, is it well to droop, For a few days consumed in loss and taint ?" -- MRS.

BROWNING.
Our Lord's miracles are parables in act.

A woman came to him bent almost double, and went away straight.

The human form is made for erectness.