TREASURE TROVE
God is thine all. Dost thou oat? He is oread to thee: or thirst? He is living water; in darkness He is thy sun; or art thou naked? thy vesture of immorality. —St. Augustine. THOUGHTLESS CRUELTY. Scoff not at the natural defects oT any, which are not in their power to amend. 0, it is cruelty to beat a cripple with his own crutches. Neither flout any for his profession, though poor and painful. Mock not a cobbler for his black thumbs. —T. Fuller. (• * * * Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage, Mi tides innocent and quiet, take That for a hermitage. If I have freedom of my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such libertie. —ll. Lovelace.
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Hokitika Guardian, 5 November 1930, Page 1
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