Year: 1875

| a FAULT confessed is half redeemed.


He who prays for his neighbor viii be


heard first for himself. .-7ihe Talmud.


POVERTY pinches, but not half so hard


as vice. The one wounds to heal; the


other leaves an ulcer.


WHO is wise2 He that is teachable.


Who is mighty He that eonquers


himself Who is richl He that is con


tented. Who is honoredl He that hon


oreth others.


SNEER. If you viii, like a fool, at hs


suggestion of reform, morals, religion;
every man knows that all there is of true
| life is personal virtue and rectitude OF
| character.


ONE of the saddest things about hu-
man nature is that man may guide
others in tine path of life without walking
in it himself-that he may be a pilot, and
yet castaway.


The foundation of domestic happiness
is faith in the virtue Of woman: the
foundation of political happiness, tenn
poral and eternal. is reliance on the
goodness of Providence.
ALoFT on the throne of God, and not
below, in the footprints OF trampling
multitude, are the sacred rules of right,
which no majorities can displace or over
turn Charles Sumner.
THE intimacy begotten over wine
bottle has no heart. l never knew a
good feeling to come from il, or any hon
est friendship made by it. 1t only en-
tices men and ruins them. 7sGckeTGy
LIT every person so live that he can
go to bed in peace with himself at night.
No matter who else fights with him, don't
let that little grumbler called conscience
have good grounds for putting in his
roar.


THE first step toward greatness is to
be honest, says the proyerb; but the
proverb fails to state the case strong
enough. Honesty is not only the first
step toward greatness, it is greatness
itself.-BO1ee.


To understand the world is wiser than
to condemn it. To study the world is
better than to shun it. To use the world
is nobler than to abuse it. To make the
world better, lovelier and happier is the
noblest work of man OF woman.
THK opportunity of making happy is
more scarce than we imagine; the pun
ishment of missing it is, never to meet
with it again; and the use we make of
it leaves us an eternal sentiment Of salts
faction or repentance. .-ROusse0H-
lam told that our breath poisOns the
air, and that the trees have to keep it
pure by sucking the poison out Itseems
to me that a great many people are put
into the world for nothing but to make
hard work for the trees. / do not UNDER
stand it.-Che Foo TSin


A WRITER from London says that Mr..
Moody's power is not in any sxtraordi-
nary force as a speaker, but ia organiz-
ing Christian work His protraeted
Iabors in London have not exhausted
his vital forces, but he is growing stout
and burly as any Englishman, and seems
ready for many more campaigns.


IL were suddenly asked to give IA
proof of the goodness OF God to us, 1
think should say that it is most mani
Tested in the exquisite difference he has
made between the Souls of women and
men, so as to create the possibility of
the most charming eompanionship that
the mind Of man can imagine.
Helps.


Nor alone to know, but to act accord
ing to thy knowledge is thy destination,
-proelaiIns the voice of my inmost soul,
not for indolent contemplation and
study of thyself, nor for brooding over,
emotions of piety,-no, for action was
existence given thee; thy actions, and
thy actions alone determine thy worth.
-FTeIlte.


EVERY man is the bailder Of a temple.
called his body, to the God he worships,
after a style purely his own, nor can he.
get of by hammering marble instead
We are all sculp.ors and painters, and
our material, is our own flesh and blood
and bones. Any nObleness begins at
once to refine a mans features, any
meanness or sensnaiity 20 imbrute them


VIZ thank Thee for those newly born in
to the world, bringing the fragrance Of
heaven IN the infants breath; and if we
dare not thank Thee when our dear ones
are borne out of this world and are cloth
ed with Immortality, yet we thank Thee
that the eye of our faith can follow them
still to that land where all tears are
wiped from every eye and the only
only change is from glory to glory
One of'Theoolore ParksT's PrGyeys.