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it indicates that Volume XIX cou tains a vast deal of 
valuable and entertaining reading. Such being the 
case, does not the groat Enlargement promise a splen¬ 
did feast of good things for the future i 
I read in the Rural of Nov. 14 an article entitled 
“Experience with Bees,” written by Mr. Wilson of 
Marcellus, N Y. lie says he has managed bees 
without the aid of books and practiced most of his 
operations different from most others, <fcc. 
The science of managing bees is farther behind 
than any other branch of rural economy to-day. 
And it is estimated by our ablest Apiarians that 
there arc fewer bees kept in onr Northern aod 
Middle States than there were twenty years ago. 
Now why this decrease! The most plausible rea¬ 
son that 1 can give Is, that there has been more 
money expended for patent or improved beehives 
and fixtures, without an improved system of man¬ 
agement, than the most of bee keepers have been 
able to realize from their bees. lienee many have 
become disgusted, and abandoned the pursuit alto" 
gethcr as being unprofitable, &c. 
I do not know the exact number of patent bee¬ 
hives in existence, but if any of my bee keeping 
friends will take the trouble to find out something 
near ami make an estimate of the money that has 
been expended for them T think they will readily 
see wby bee keeping has become so very unprofit¬ 
able. There arc in fact but two kinds of bivea in 
existence; these arc tlie common or box hive and 
the movable comb hive. Any hive that gives the 
control of the combs exclusively to the bees, I don't 
care how man) patents there arc upon it or how it 
is made or who made it, I put It down os a common 
hive. What more can you make of it? It is all 
“bosh" to talk about such patent hives. I would 
just as soon think of [miming off hollow logs upon 
the public as patent, beehives. Still the innocent 
bee keeper is deluded into the belief that patent 
hives are just what he wants, and is induced to ex¬ 
pend large sums of money for them ; what for? — 
6 imply to fill the pockets of unprincipled rascals 
and destroy his bees. 
The movable comb hive is a hive that gives the 
use of the combs to the bec6, but allows the bee 
keeper to control their various uses. A hive con¬ 
taining simple frames suspended npon rabbits, with¬ 
out wires, or pins, or hingeB, allowing any comb to 
be moved or lifted out without materially destroy¬ 
ing any of the rest, is a hive that 1 am not afraid to 
reeommend. 
Swarming.— Mr. Wilson says he watches his 
bees. Now that watching business is the very 
worst part of bee keeping, and will, in my opinion, 
be universally dispensed with in time to come by 
adopting a system of artificial increase. If this 
watching could be confined to a day or a week, it 
would do. But this is not often the case; as you 
have to watch your bees during nearly the whole 
of the busiest part of the season when labor de¬ 
mands the highest price, it very often costs more to 
keep a few stocks of bees in swarming hives than 
they are worth 
Another serious objection to natural swarming is, 
that you are very liable to lose a part of your beet 
swarms annually by swarming away. I have an in¬ 
stance. of a 6warm leaving for the woods on the 
fourth of July last direct from the hive. I think 
any sensible man who reads Mr. Wilson's advice 
of watching, throwing water and bee halm, and his 
method of hiving generally, will agree with me, that 
it often costs more to keep a few stocks of bees in 
swarming hives than they are worth. In the future 
I will give the best method of increasing bees that 
I am acquainted with. It can he practiced in any 
hive, but you lose some of the most important ad¬ 
vantages by not using in part movable comb hives, 
It. is a very easy operation to transfer bees und 
combs from the common to the movable comb 
hives; in April is the best time to do it. Mr. Lano- 
stroth I believe is the original inventor of the 
movable comb hive, and I think every bee keeper 
can well afford to pay him a reasonoble [latent fee 
for the U6e of his hive, for he has undoubtedly done 
more to advance apiarian science and knowledge 
than any man in this country. 
Mr. Wilson furthor says there is no improvement 
in bees, for the Creator in his wisdom created the 
first swarm as perfect as any at the present day. 
Now this depends a great deal npon circumstances. 
If the first swarm was nothing bat the common 
black bees I think there has been a decided im¬ 
provement, and if Mr. Wilson don’t think so let him 
try a few swarms of the Italian bees. F. 8. Roys. 
snow-flakes 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
CHRISTMAS HYMN. 
BY LONGFELLOW, 
One sweetly solemn thought 
Comes to me o'er and o’er— 
I’m nearer to my home to-day 
Than I have been before. 
Nearer my Father's boose, 
Where the many mansions be ; 
Nearer the great white throne, 
Nearer the crystal sea: 
Nearer the bound of life, 
Where we lay onr burdens down; 
Nearer leaving the cross, 
Nearer gaining the crown! 
Bat lying darkly between, 
Winding down through the night, 
Is the silent, unknown stream 
That leads at last to the light. 
Closer and closer my steps 
Come to the dread abysm; 
Closer Death to my lips 
Presses the awful chrism. 
Oh, if my mortal feet 
Have almost gained the brink; 
If it he I am nearer home, 
Even to-day, than I think; 
Father, perfect ray trust; 
Let my spirit feel in death 
That her feet, aro firmly set 
On the rock of a living faith. 
Out of the bosom of the air, 
Out of the cloud-folds of her bosom shake* 
Over the woodlands brown and hare, 
Over the harvest fields forsaken, 
Silent, and soft and slow, 
Descends the snow. 
Even as our cloudy fancies take 
Sadden shape in some divine expression, 
Even as the troubled heart doth make 
In the white countenance oonfessioa, 
The troubled sky reveals 
The grief it feels. 
This is the poem of the air, 
Slowly, in sileut. syllables recorded; 
This is the secret of despair. 
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, 
Now whispered and revealed, 
To wood and field. 
Awakb hallehajahs, sing praises to God I 
Let Zion rejoice, spread the tidings abroad I 
A Saviour for man in Judea is born ; 
A Ring for the throne has arisen this morn. 
Let angels, in waiting, convey to the world 
The news of redemption in glory unfurl’d; 
Lot songs of earth’s millions auite In the strain, 
Jehovah has triumphed, man riseB again I 
No warrior of earth does His cradle defend; 
No regal clad sovereigns nta slumbers attend 1 
Asleep in the cradle, the Son of God lies; 
While angels are tuning their harps in the Bkies. 
Adore Him, ye angels, the crucified Son 1 
By Him we arc ransomed, the Kingdom is won. 
The Godhead united, the rtandard is raised: 
The Father has triumphed, the 8on shall be praised I 
And now, as onr voices unite in the theme 
Of praises to Him whom the world shall redeem, 
Wo long for His coming in glory again— 
The King in His beauty, triumphant to reign. 
Port Byron, N. Y., 1868. 
ifariouis iojrifis 
ARTIFICIAL STONE 
The concrete stone manufactured in England has 
for several ycare now—since 1861—been subjected to 
every test that Ingenuity could devise—to heat and 
frost—to water, fresh, salt and impute, to wash and 
attrition, and to every atmospheric exposure, audit 
is found that very few natural stones are as durable 
or as uniform, and the best of them arc coBtly, and, 
in many localities, inaccessible. 
But the comparative cheapness and durability of 
the artificial stone are of no greater importance in 
engineering than to architecture as a fine art. The 
enormous expense of cutting rock iuto the exact 
and elaborate forms prevents the general adornment, 
of structures. But when the beautiful form may 
not only be cast in a mould, but endlessly repro¬ 
duced from the same mould, and when the most 
florid ornamentation may be more cheaply moulded 
than the plainest aud most unrelieved outlines can 
be cut, there will he no furthor excuse for the mo¬ 
notonous and ugly buildings that characterize street 
architecture at present. 
The general features of the process of making the 
artificial stone aro described in London Engineering. 
Mr. Ran some’s patent concrete stone consists of 
sand united, not by any mechanical sticking com¬ 
pound, but by chemicals which transform it into 
a new and homogeneous mass. It is particles of 
sand, in some cases mixed with a little limestone, 
united by 6ilieate of lime. The manner of forming 
this silicate of lime in the mass is, in fact, the essence 
of the invention. The sand is mixed with a viscid 
solution of silicate of soda, which produces a pasty 
mas6, readily moulded. 
When the required forms are produced they are 
treated with a solution of chloride of calcium, when 
tlie silicic acid aud the oxygen of the silicate of soda 
combine with the calcium of the chloride of calcium 
aud form silicate of lime, while the chlorine of the 
chloride of calcium unites with the sodium, and 
forms chloride of sodium (common salt,) which is 
afterward washed out, 
AMERICAN GIRLS AND PIE 
Written for Moore’E Rural New-Yorker, 
“I WILL” AND “I CANNOT.” 
“I will” and “I cannot” — which shall pre¬ 
dominate ? I have been halting between two 
subjects for months, having a strong inclination to 
follow my heart’s desires in the way that was cho¬ 
sen long ago, making me cry out “I will,” while 
the cares and responsibilities of a busy life fill up 
almost every hour and moment of my time, dis¬ 
couraging and disheartening me, and with a clouded 
hrowaudan unsatisfied mind, I say despairingly, “I 
cannot.” Bat is there no strength of body or mind 
to rise oat of this “slough of despond” and battle 
6 till Larder for so ne of the privileges of a higher 
life? Or will I sink down completely with the bit¬ 
ter cry, “ I cannot?" 
Thinking of all this, I am made to wonder if there 
are not many fellow mortals who in some way are 
struggling for the higher, better put poses of their 
natures, with now and then an outburst of determi¬ 
nation, “ I will,” and in another moment sinking 
down with some new disappointment or temptation, 
and in the agony of a lost hope dcspondingly mur¬ 
muring, “ 1 cannot.” And is not this the case with 
the heart that is in rebellion towards God? As 
petition after petition is made, and the soul is 
stirred with new desires, does not the better 
nature often plead for a holier and happier life? 
With the. grand and sublime views of the Redeemer, 
there is perchance a great willingness to come to 
Him, and we arc just ready to say with heartfelt 
earnestness “1 will,” when the next moment, the 
world in its beauty and allurements, rises before us 
and through the Tempter’6 power we utter, “ I 
cannot.” 
The spirit is indeed willing, bat the flesh is weak. 
Oh for the strength, the fervor, the great earnest¬ 
ness to help us in all the better things to say, “ 1 
will." Mrs. Hulbubt. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Torkor. 
THE ANGEL’S SONG. 
over earth like the breath of Divinity; but sinful 
man, with seofliugs and blasphemy, beat back the 
song, thuB rejecting the Christ so long foretold. 
Ah ! little thought the dense multitude surround¬ 
ing that cruel cross, while in darkness and gloom 
the Goo-roan ascended from the earth that scorned 
Him, that from that lonelj mount should stream 
forth a light till time’s latest how, to earth’s re¬ 
motest hound, mingling in the celestial glory of 
that day when time, shall be lost in eternity. Many 
Christmas mornings have dawned on eattk since 
then, and year after year men have met in social 
compact on this day commemorative of God’s won¬ 
drous goodness. 
The angel’s song has only in part fulfilled its 
mission. Many dejected hearts have yet to wake to 
the thrilling music of that joyous strain. Some 
who walk with us here know it well, and their 
genial presence is air and sunshine to us. Others 
who gathered with us a year ago have learned it in 
truth and in spirit, aud sing it now with angel 
choirs. Can we, too, echo the breathings of the 
celestial once ? fluve our voices, though weak and 
trembling, tried to bear up the swells of song? 
Let us, ere we gather round the festal board on the 
coming anniversary, ask ourselves if we too have 
learned the grand anthem?—if part of our “Merry 
Christmas" is becaiise of the gladness filHng our 
hearts that Christ has come ? Let us try to make 
these Christmas gatherings not only a feast to the 
body but to the soul, remembering that this is no 
ordinary occasion, but a day of many given for a 
holy purpose. 
Oh! may the echo of the glorious anthem that 
burst from angel lips over Judea’s biLls and plains, 
as its vibrations spread onward, penetrate to the re¬ 
motest parts of the earth—touch even our hardened 
hearts—find a responsive thrill in every bosom—till 
a perfect chorus of “hallelujahs ” shall ascend from 
Washington Star. 
SIFTING COAL ASHES, 
The Scientific American, in an article on burning 
coal, says: —“In sifting it is a good practice to 
drench the ashes in the Bieve with water. Much 
that would otherwise be rejected will be found to 
be pure, coal, the water washing off the coating of 
ashes, and exposing the ‘ black diamonds," which 
are frequently in t^uc particle*.. These savings are 
valuable to be usca whou’the'requiremente of cook- 
iug or if particularly sharp airs do not demand a 
brisk fire.” This wetting ashes in the sieve is all 
wrong. They should be sifted iu a perfectly dry 
state, and the large cinders thrown out* This done, 
empty the sifted portion iuto a basket, or perforated 
vessel, and pour ou water liberally, which will carry 
off the adhering ashes, and expose the smaller cin¬ 
ders, which may also be thrown out. Wetting in 
the sieve prevents a separation of the ashes from 
the coal, and will soon destroy the sieve by 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
THE SOCIETY' OF 3500KS. 
The contemplative reader enjoys a societylinto 
which u large mass of mankind cannot intrude. He 
may retire, from the care and bitterness of the gross 
world, into a region of pure delight, where the no¬ 
blest spirits ©f earth, of all generations and every 
variety of excellence, come down to instruct, to 
soothe, to bless and to inspire the teachable mind, 
pouring their lofty natures into ours, moulding us 
after the grandest patterns of life, opening the 
stagnant faculties into rivers of action. There is 
no ostentation, no forbidding pride, in their address, 
to make us stand hack in awe; but they approach 
ns in the language of brothers and the meekness of 
wisdom; so that for a season we are happy and for¬ 
get the rude jostlings of the outside world 
And what sweet in- 
corro¬ 
sion. Dry sifting is altogether the easiest, best, aud 
most economical. 
Oh, what society is here 
fiuences are flung around the soul, buoying it up¬ 
ward into higher life! And shall not even our 
poor, cold natures become warmed and enlivened 
by the near breathings of genius, so that we shall go 
out Into the world with a richer experience, quiek- 
ened observation, more thorough self-knowledge, 
snblimer powers of thought, and the whole armor 
of life burnished and strengthened for higher con¬ 
flicts and more glorious rewards ? Frank. 
Lindley, N. Y., 1868. 
When after the weary voyage that I first made 
across the ocean, sick, loathsome, 1 arose one morn¬ 
ing and went npon the deck, holding on, crawling, 
thinking I was but a worm, I emelt in the air some 
strange smell, and I said to the captain, “What is 
the odor?” “It is the land breeze from off Ire¬ 
land. ’ I smelt the turf, I smelt the grass, I smelt 
the leaves, and all my sickness departed from me; 
my eyes grew bright, my naosea was gone. The 
thought ol the nearness of the land came to me and 
cured me better than medicine could cure me. And 
when afar off I saw the dim line of land, joy came 
and gave me health, and from that moment I had 
neither sickness nor trouble; 1 was coming near to 
the land. 
O! is there not for you, old man, and for you, 
wearied mother, a land breeze blowing off from 
heaveu, wafting to you some of its odors, some ot 
its Bweetness? Behold the garden of the Lord; it 
is not far away, I know from the air. Behold the 
joy of home. Do I not hear children &hout? The 
air is full of music to our silent thought. O, how 
full of music when our journey is almost done, and 
we stand upon the hound and precinct of that 
blessed land! Hold on to your faith. Give not 
away to discouragement. Believe more firmly. 
Take hold by prayer and by faith. Away with 
troubles and bufferings. Be happy; you are saved. 
By faith, you are saved. Iu a few hours visions of 
God, and all the realities of the eternal world, shall 
be yours, and you Bhall be saved with an everlasting 
salvation. —Henry W. Beecher. 
COWS —GROW CORN FODDER. 
Lyman Call, East Durham P. O., writes the Can¬ 
ada Farmer that he keeps a dairy of twenty-six 
cows, the milk of which is disposed of at a cheese 
factory; that last June he sowed an acre of corn in 
drills, and commenced cutting aud feeding to the 
cows daily the first of July, When the September 
rains came on be omitted the corn feeding four 
days, and the result was a diminution of fifty-two 
pounds of milk per day. The corn feeding was 
again resumed, and in four days the cows gave their 
customary quantity of milk. The increased flow of 
milk doubly paid the cost of the food given. This 
Is an important fact, and should induce dairymen 
to provide this kind of nourishment for their stock 
at a season of the year when pasturage is short. In 
fact it would seem that the former may be profita¬ 
bly substituted for the latter under any and all cir¬ 
cumstances, as the yield of green corn fodder per 
acre is very great, and the cost of producing it com¬ 
paratively light. 
rose color, and light blue ribbons. These, in partic¬ 
ular, are best suited to them: — Green, violet, pur¬ 
ple; and then that darkness, which was only the 
cffecHof too harsh a contrast, will suddenly disap¬ 
pear, as if by enchantment; their complexion will 
become lively and animated, and will exhibit such 
charms as will dispute and even bear away the 
fairest of the fair. 
In a word, the fair cannot be too careful to cor¬ 
rect, by light colors, the paleness of their complex¬ 
ions; aud darker women by stronger colors, the 
somewhat yellow tiut of their carnation. We must 
not omit a very important observation respecting 
the change of colors by light Thus, crimson is 
extremely handsome at night, when it may be sub¬ 
stituted for rose color, which loses its charms by 
candle-light; but this crimson, seen by day, spoils 
the most beautiful complexion; no color whatever 
so completely strips it of all its attractions. Bale 
yellow, on the contrary, is often very handsome by 
day, and is perfectly suited to persons who have a 
fine carnation; but at night it appears dirty, and 
tarnishes the luster of the complexion, to which it 
is designed to give brilliancy. 
I remember of hearing a 6tage-drivcr’s story of 
Jenny Lind when she was riding in the country. 
A bird of brilliant plumage perched on a tree near 
as they drove slowly along, and trilled out such a 
complication of 6weet notes as perfectly astonished 
her. The coach stopped, and, reaching out, she gave 
one of her finest roulades. The beautiful creatnre 
arched his head on one side, and listened deferen¬ 
tially; then, as if determined to excel his famous 
rival, raised his graceful throat and sang a song of 
rippling melody that made Jenny rapturously clap 
her hands in ecstaoy, and quickly, as though she 
were before a severely critical audience in Castle 
Garden, delivered some Tyrolean mountain strains 
that sent the echoes flying, whereupon Little Birdie 
took it up and sang and trilled and sang till Jenny, 
in happy delight, acknowledged that the pretty 
woodland warbler decidedly out-caroled the great 
Swedish Nightingale. 
Some who are in doubt upon this question may 
perhaps be guided by precedence* For their infor¬ 
mation wc will slate that Adam married at a very 
early age indeed,— bo early it may be set down at 0. 
Shakspeare was 18 when he perpetrated the poetic 
feat; Ben Johnson 21; Franklin 24; Dante, Kelper, 
Fuller, Johnson, Burke, Scott, 26; Tycho, Brahe, 
Byron, Washington and Bonaparte, 27; Penn and 
Sterling, 28; Liunams and Nelson, 29; Bums, 30; 
Chancer, Hogarth and Peel, 32; Woodworth and 
Davy, 33; Sir William Jones and Wellington, 37; 
Wilberforce, 38; Luther, 43; Addison, 44; Wesley 
and Young, 47; Swift, 49; Buffou, 55; old Parr, 
last time, 120. The last was so much above par 
that ’twas no wonder he found a ready taker. 
Some farmers arc not as careful as their true in¬ 
terests require them to be in separating weak stock 
from the strong and aggressive when the season of 
storms and feeding comes round. In most herds 
embracing any considerable number, will be found 
some auimals diminutive in size aod timid in pro¬ 
portion to their physical weakness, which the more 
vigorous attack whenever a modest effort is made 
to share in the food supplied. They arc hooked 
here and chased there by the strong, and should en¬ 
list the care and sympathy af their owner. It will 
pay well to provide a separate inclosure for such 
animals till sufficiently developed to hold their own, 
at feeding rime, or, till they are rendered fit to be 
disposed of in some other way to advantage. If 
left to shirk for themselves they will be likely to 
go under before spring, ot should they winter 
through they will be in a condition so exhausted as 
to render them next to valueless for that season. 
CELIA AND DEAN SWIFT. 
Said Celia to a reverend Dean, 
“ What reason can be given, 
Since marriage is a holy thing, 
That they have non^ in heaven ?” 
They have,” says he, “no women there 
She quick returns the jest: 
Women there are, but I'm afraid 
They cannot find a priced" 
Doing Good to Others. —We counsel our friends, 
then, to seize every opportunity of contributing to 
the good of others. Sometimes a smile will do it. 
Oftener a kind word, a look of sympathy, or an 
acknowledgment of obligation. Sometimes a little 
help to a burdened shoulder, or a heavy wheel, will 
be in place. Sometimes a word or two of good 
counsel, a seasonable and gentle admonition, and at 
others, a suggestion of advantage to be gained and 
a little interest to secure it, will be received with 
lasting gratitude. And tkas every instance of kind¬ 
ness done, whether acknowledged or not, opens up 
a little wellspring of happiness in the doer's own 
breast, the flow of which may be made permanent 
by habit. 
Censure. — It is a folly for an eminent man to 
think of escaping censure, and a weakness to be 
affected with it. All the illustrious persons of an¬ 
tiquity, and indeed of every age in the world, have 
passed through this fiery persecution. There is no 
defence against reproach but obscurity; it is a kind 
of concomitant to greatness, as satires and invec¬ 
tives were an essential part of a Roman triumph.— 
Addison. 
Snow Eyes. — Ellis, in speaking of the Esqui¬ 
maux, says:—“ Their snow eyes, as they very prop¬ 
erly call them, are a proof of their sagacity. These 
are little pieces of wood, hone, or ivory, formed to 
cover the eyos, and tied on behind the head. They 
have two slits of the exact length of the eyes, but 
very narrow. This invention preserves the eyes 
from snow-blindness, a very dangerous and powerful 
malady, caused by the action of the light reflected 
from the snow. The use of these eyes considerably 
strengthens the eight, and the Esquimaux are bo 
accustomed to them that when they have a mind to 
view distant objects they commonly use them in¬ 
stead of spy-glasses. 
Charity by Rule. —Bayard Taylor advises per¬ 
sons going to Rome to select a beggar and give him 
a stated weekly allowance. He will soon come to 
expect it only on the regular day; and, moreover, 
he will privately manage that you are not impor- 
turned by his brethren,—at least iu his quarter of 
the city. In my case, this plan worked very satis¬ 
factorily. My beggar greeted me with a bow and 
smile for six days, held out his hat on the seventh, 
and allowed no one in the neighborhood to make a 
claim npon me. 
Irresolution.—I n matters of great eoncern, and 
which must be done, there is no surer argument of 
a weak mind than irresolution,—to be undeter¬ 
mined where the case is so plain, and the necessity 
so urgent; to be always intending to lead a new 
life, but never to find time to set about it. 
Withholding Milk,— A correspondent of a West 
j ern paper says cows can be cured of this habit if they 
A will drink sour milk. After drinking, and as soon 
F as they begin to lick the pail, they will give down 
J freely. He has tried it with cows that would give 
k about two thirds the proper quantity, retaining the 
? olhvr portion. Then he gives them the milk to 
) drink i and waits until they begiu to lick the pail, 
L when he Las no trouble iu getting the remainder.' 
bas tr meal, salt, and various tilings, but found 
Tl nothing to produce such an eflect as sour milk. 
Using Mouldy B;.ead.— The use of bread con¬ 
taining mould ought to be rejected; indeed, several 
cases of poisoning have been observed by the use 
of mouldy bread. Jollier has signalized the poison¬ 
ing of three auimals which had eaten mouldy bread. 
Westerhoff hue made known the case of poisoning^ 
of two children who had taken rye bread contain¬ 
ing the tnucor mucedo, the most common species of 
mould .—Journal of Chemistry. 
gribf. 
The curtain of the dark 
Is pierced by many a rent; 
Out of the star- wells Bpark on spark 
Trickles through night’s torn tent. 
Grief is a tattered tent 
Where through God’e light doth shine. 
Who glances up, at every rent 
Shall catch a ray divine. [Lucy Larcom. 
Nails in the Foot.— To relieve from the terrible 
effects of running a nail in the foot of man or horse, 
take peach leaves, braise them, apply to the wound, 
confine with bandage, and the cure is as if by magic. 
Renew the application twice a duy, if necessary, but 
one application generally docs the work. Both man 
and horse have, in a few’ hours, when apparently on 
the point of having the lockjaw, been cured. 
Anger and Malice.— To indulge anger is to 
admit Satan as a guest; but to indulge malice is to 
close the door upon him as an inmate; in the one 
he finds a transient lodging; in the other a perma¬ 
nent home. 
We all have a direct personal relation towards 
God, and cannot avoid its responsibility. 
