PRACTICE – Necessary to Perfection, – Charles Spurgeon

A NEIGHBOUR near my study persists in practicing upon the flute. He bores my ears as vrith an auger, and renders it almost an impossibility to think. Up and down his scale he runs remorselessly, until even the calamity of temporary deafness would almost be welcome to me. Vet he teaches me that I must practice if I would be prefect ; must exercise myself unto Godliness if I would he skillful ; must, in fact, make myself familiar with the word of God, with holy living, and saintly dying. Such practice, moreover, will be as charming as my Neighbour’s flute is intolerable.