There is a peculiar evidence of divine truth which you never see-see what else
you will—if you judge of it merely by the intellect; much less, if the intellect be
swayed by adverse affections. But when the repugnance of the heart is overcome,
we have this evidence in the substance, the relish of the truth; we see a conspicu-
ous excellency in it, which approves it to the mind, and confirms it by a happy ex-
perience of its power and sweetness. * * * * * It is a most specious deception,
that which enables you to disbelieve all you will, with the pretence of faith, and the
colour of believing all you should.
ROBERT CARTER & BROTHERS,
No. 285 BROADWAY.