"Bravk up your fallow ground," make it furrow-land again, turned over to the God of the Summer, who "maketh it soft with showers" and '"ministereth seed to the sower." Get rid of your hardness against God and Christ and Love, and let repentance cut through the crust of your pride. It is easy to know in what state you are. If you find yourself stronger in censure than in generous and helpful thoughts, look to it. If you find yourself able to refuse anything on the ground that it would put you out, be frightened at this exposure of a selfish heart. The pleasantness that flourishes on a _hard nature is a sheer delusion. Whatever God has not planted will soon be rooted up. By right of our Christian inheritance we are a furrowed field and shall be judged by our fruits, and these can only come if we cast self into the furrow and put life into our religion. "Now may He who supplieth seed to the sower, both multiply your seed sown and increase the fruits of your righteousness!"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.