text:  And they are not the worst among us perhaps who walk so deviatingly--seeing knowing--those that stammer out nightly ere they rest in confession their fears that they have been acting if not speaking the untrue thing and praying for strength in their infirmity and more simplicity of heart; and would in their penitence shun the concourse that besets them and hide their heads in some retired quiet spot of peace out of reach of this assault of temptation