He that doth the ravens feed, — Providence

"Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurld, And now a bubble burst, and now a world."

"To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure."

"Let us hope", I prayed, "that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring"."

"God sends cold according to clothes."

"Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportiond strength."

"We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours."