The Master of All.
There is a pithy epigram in the Greek Anthology on a statue of Cupid; its translation is to this effect—
“Whoe’er thou art, thy master see—
He was, or is, or is to be.”
Life is a Mystery.—Life is indeed a mystery, but it was God who gave it, in a world wrapped round with sweet air, and bathed in sunshine, and abounding with interest, and a ray of eternal light falls upon it even here, and that light shall wholly transfigure it beyond the grave.
The ways of Providence.
“Providence for us, high, infinite,
Makes our necessities its watchful task,
Hearkens to all our prayers, helps all our wants,
And e’en, if it denies what seems our right,