Where there is no vision, hope perishes.

The only plausible creed for him who rejects it is the eternal tomb, and the heart-chilling inscription: "Death is an eternal sleep!" _Without a revelation from God, men are as ignorant how to live, as how to die._ They have no rule of life having either truth or authority to direct them.

Our Anglo-Saxon ancestors, of the purity of whose blood we are so proud, trusted to their magical incantations for the cure of diseases, for the success of their tillage, for the discovery of lost property, for uncharming cattle and the prevention of casualties.

One day was useful for all things; another, though good to tame animals, was baleful to sow seed.

One day was favorable to the commencement of business, another to let blood, and others wore a forbidding aspect to these and other things.