The poisonous effects, again, of evil is exemplified thus"One ill-bred mars a whole pot of pottage," and the rapidity with which it spreads has, amongst other proverbs, been thus described, "Evil weeds grow apace."

Old man Pleas Collier, our mean mars, called my daddy out and then he said, 'All you come out here.'

For naught in life is safe and sure if faith thou shouldst discard, And the sunlight of the fairest soul is oft the swiftest marred.

Its lead he followed in gentle ways Which never the valiant mar; A cap we sent him, bestarred, to replace The sun-scorched helm of war: A fillet he made of the shining lace Childhood's laughing brow to grace