From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the world, And see how his stock went on.

The Satanic school.

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear

He saw a cottage with a double coach house, A cottage of gentility; And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.

Feast of Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, Martyr, c.155 There can be no end without means; and God furnishes no means that exempt us from the task and duty of joining our own best endeavors. The original stock, or wild olive tree, of our natural powers, was not given to us to be burnt or blighted, but to be grafted on.