A great deal of water can be got from a small pipe if the bucket is always there to catch it. In the world to come the ceaseless activity of conscience will be the torture of hell. Rendered sensitive by the removal of hardening influences, the lost soul will find memory accusing and conscience condemning forever, and no advocate at hand to suggest a defense. A man had better be shut up with a bear robbed of her whelps than live with an accusing conscience. No racks or fires can equal the misery of