I find in the story of the brave days of old the same confessions and the same lamentations which we utter now. Out of a dove’s nest we expect only doves to fly. The heavenly life breeds birds of paradise, such as holy thoughts, desires, and acts; and it cannot bring forth such unclean birds as lust, and envy, and malice. God suffers no foes to trespass on the domain of Providence. If you mean to dare the infernal terrors, I can do no less than ask you to know what you are at. When the Holy Spirit