The imperfections of the perfect are generally more glaring than those of ordinary believers. It is said of the peasants around Nice that they seem to have no thought of anything but how they can make a living and save a little money, and I am afraid they are by no means a singular people; in some form or other the world is in all men’s hearts and thoughts. The dust of earth has blinded eyes that were meant for heaven. Malice is seldom specific in its charges. There is an old proverb which says of
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