I am neither melancholy, nor morose, nor austere, nor distant, nor reserved, nor sullen.

I am always cheerful, ready and eager to join in any merriment.

I am not clouded with sadness, nor absent in mind, nor deficient in action.

No; take me when I am most foolish at home and extend mirth into childishness; yet all the time I am shuddering at myself.' There spake the future author of the immortal sermons.

There spake a mind and a heart that have deepened the minds and the hearts of Christian men more than any other influence of the century; a mind and a heart, moreover, that will shine and beat in our best literature and in our deepest devotion for centuries to come.