Here is a man who is sowing what appears to be black ashes. A friend accosts him saying. “What have you got in your bag?” He learns that it is the hulls of buckwheat—the chaff of old wheat; and he says, “What are you sowing chaff for?” “Why,” the man replies, “I have the impression that if a man is only faithful and sincere it makes no difference what he sows!” Does it make any difference? Suppose a man should sow couch-grass, thinking that he was going to get timothy hay—would he? Suppose a man should set out crab-apple trees in his orchard, and think he was going to get fall pippins—would he? Suppose a man should sow that most detestable of all seeds the Canada thistle, and say that it was wheat, would any amount of botanical sincerity on the part of this fool secure to him a harvest of any thing better than the seed sown? NEVER acquiesce in immoral or pernicious opinions.