| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: I trust those deposits, at least, are drawn out,
And safe at this moment from danger or doubt.
A wink is as good as a nod to the wise.
Verbum sap. I admit nothing yet justifies
My mistrust; but I have in my own mind a notion
That old Ridley's white waistcoat, and airs of devotion,
Have long been the only ostensible capital
On which he does business. If so, time must sap it all,
Sooner or later. Look sharp. Do not wait,
Draw at once. In a fortnight it may be too late.
I admit I know nothing. I can but suspect;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Augsburg Confession by Philip Melanchthon: Chrysostom says that the priest stands daily at he altar,
inviting some to the Communion and keeping back others. And it
appears from the ancient Canons that some one celebrated the
Mass from whom all the other presbyters and deacons received
the body of he Lord; for thus the words of the Nicene Canon
say: Let the deacons, according to their order, receive the
Holy Communion after the presbyters, from the bishop or from a
presbyter. And Paul, 1 Cor. 11, 33, commands concerning the
Communion: Tarry one for another, so that there may be a
common participation.
Forasmuch, therefore, as the Mass with us has the example of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: "There's nothing in that!" he answered impatiently. "There's
something more important to talk about. I was coming over to the
garret, and just as I reached the corner I saw you go into the lane.
I followed you; that's all there is to that."
"Oh!" she sniffed. She stared at him for a moment. There was
something in which there was the uttermost of irony now, it seemed,
in this meeting between them. Last night she had striven to meet him
alone, and she had meant to devote to-night to the same purpose; and
she was here with him now, and in a place than which, in her wildest
hopes, she could have imagined one no better suited to the reckoning
she would have demanded and forced. And she was helpless, powerless
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