...undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or ol vice leaves its neverso-little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play, excuses himself for every fresh dereliction by saying. "1 won't count this time!" Well, he may not count it, and a kind Heaven may not count it; but it is...

...century ago: "We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and never to be undone. . . . The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play, excuses himself for...kind Heaven may not count it; but it is being counted nonetheless. Down among his nerve cells and fibres the molecules are counting it, registering and storing...

...undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never so little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play, excuses himself for every fresh dereliction by saying, 7 wont count this time.' Well, he may not count it, and a kind Heaven may not count it, but it is being...

...and a kind heaven may not count it, but it is being counted none the less. Down among his nerve cells and fibres the molecules are counting it, registering and storing it up to be used against Mm when the next temptation comes. Nothing we ever do is in strict scientific literalness wiped out....

...state. . . . Every smallest stroke of virtue or vice leaves its never-so-little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson's play, excuses himself for...it is being counted none the less. Down among his nerve cells and fibres the molecules are counting it, registering and storing it up to be used against...