him, occupies himself in the pitiful business of saving his own soul, in the very spirit of the miser, watching over his private hoard while his neighbors starve for lack of bread.
But surely the benevolent unrest, the far-reaching sympathies and keen sensitiveness to the suffering of others, which so nobly distinguish our present age, can have nothing to fear from a plea for personal holiness, patience, hope, and resignation to the Divine will.
The more piety, the more compassion, says Isaac Taylor; and this is true, if we understand by piety, not self-concentred asceticism, but the pure religion and undefiled which visits the widow and the fatherless, and yet keeps itself unspotted from the world,— which deals justly, loves mercy, and yet walks humbly before God.
Self-scrutiny in the light of truth can do no harm to any one, least of all to the reformer and philanthropist.
The spiritual warrior, like the young candidate for knighthood, may be none the worse for his preparatory or