THIS is the traditional season for New Year resolutions; this is the time, say many mortals, for turning over a new leaf, for the abandonment of some enslaving habit, and for the resolve to walk in paths of righteousness. But, alas, what will-o'-the-wisps our high resolutions often become! And why is this? Hamlet in the famous soliloquy hints the answer:
Thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
Too often is the determination to forsake some error "sicklied o'er" with human will power, with the "pale cast of thought," which does not proceed from a well-grounded understanding of God's omnipotence and evil's impotence.
