But this was like those sudden blasts that
Unlook’d for, wonder on the face of spring;
And worst woe for the heart, whose early fate
Leaves it so young, and, oh, so desolate.
Miss Landon.
DESTRUCTION.
Is not destruction to the wicked? and a strange punishment to the workers of iniquity?—Job, xxxi. 3.
O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end; and thou hast destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.—Psalm ix. 6.
Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat.—Matthew, vii. 13.