ne, and ting w is

    mean, and does not falsely excuse hings

    trifles.

    Every man is temple, called o the

    god er a style purely  off by

    ead.  e are all sculptors and painters, and

    our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.  Any nobleness

    begins at once to refine a mans features, any meanness or

    sensuality to imbrute them.

    Jo at ember evening, after a hard

    days work, ill running on his labor more or less.

    doo re-create ellectual man.  It

    her cool evening, and some of his neighbors were

    appre.   attended to train of his

    ts long

    sound ill  of

    t  t running in his

    riving it against his

    it concerned tle.  It he

    scurf of antly s tes

    of te came o  of a different sphere from

    t ed ain faculties which

    slumbered in ly did areet, and the

    village, and tate in wo him --

    ay his mean moiling life, when a

    glorious existence is possible for you?  tars twinkle

    over ot o come out of this

    condition and actually migrate t hink of

    o practise some neerity, to let o his

    body and redeem it, and treat .