The imagery of the psalms of prophecy soothed his barren pride. Over his limbs in sleep pale cool waves of light had passed. I don't mean this to be sentimental. A wealthy man, addicted to his pleasure and to his profits, finds religion to be a traffic so entangled, and of so many piddling accounts, that of all mysteries he cannot skill to keep a stock going upon that trade.
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