F ONE HAD A HUNDRED HYMNS IN HIS MEMORY,
AND IF WITH EVERY CHANGING MOOD HE WAS
ACCUSTOMED TO HAVE TO HIMSELF SOME SWEET
DESCANT OF EXPERIENCE, HE WOULD NOT EASILY
BE MADE UNHAPPY, NOR WOULD HE WANDER
FAR FROM THE PATH OF RECTITUDE.
-HENRY WARD BEECHER.