Every day

It's not every day you see that kind of thing.

The Comforter (’tis true) abides for ever in the Saints boſome, but his joys, they come and are gone again quickly. They are as exceedings, with which he feaſts the believer, but the cloth is ſoon drawn, and why ſo, but becauſe we cannot bear them for our every day food?

Well, and altho’ it sounds quite natural, an every day event, a simple story, that you was by a real templar sav’d, is it the less a miracle?

It [discretion] is to the mind what the every day clothing is to the body, requiſite under every viciſſitude to health, and propriety, and comfort.