Year: 1873

disease, and triunphs over death. On
the roaring billows of time thou art not
engulphed, but borne alofb into the
azure of eternity. Love not pleasure
love God. This is the everlasting yea
wherein all contradiction is solved
wherein it whose walks and works it is
well with him. Small is it that thou
ean'st trample the earth with its injuries
under thy feet, as old Greek Zeno
trained thee; thou ean'st love the earth
while it Injuries thee, and even because
it injuries thee. For this a greater than
Zeno was needed and he, too, was sent.
/ Knowest thou that worship of sor-
row?" The temple thereof, opened
some eighteen centuries ago, now lies
in ruins, overgrown with jungles, the
habitation of doIefuI creatures never
theless, virtue, forward in a low crypt
arched out of falling fragments, thou
fndest the altar still there, and its sa-
cred lamp still perennialIy burning.
! Sartor ResartlEs.


TIE Two KINDS OF FRIENDSHIP.
There are two kinds of friendship; I; one
is the affection of the greater for the
less, the other that of the less for the
greater. The greater and the less may
be differences of rank, or intellect, OF
character, or power. These are the two
opposites of feeling which respectively
characterize the masculine and the
feminine natures, the familiar symbols
of which are the oak and the ivy with
its clinging tendrils. But though they
are the masculine and feminine types,
are not confined to male and female.
Most of us have gone through both
these phases of friendship. Whoever
remembers an attachment at school to a
boy feebler than himself, will recollect
the exulting pride of guardianship with
which he shielded his friend from the
oppression of some young tyrant of the
playground. And whoever, at least in
boyhood, or youth, loved a man, to
whose mental or moral qualities he
looked up with young reverence, viii
recollect the devotion and jealousies,
anu bll6 dllnOob BtSoo1O14d1C bCuOlGIuCHSs
and the costly gifts, and the desire of
personal sacrifice, which characEerize
boyish friendship and which certainly
belong to the feminine and not the mas
culine type of affection. Doubtless the
language of In Memoriam is tender In
the extreme, such as sister might use
to brother deeply beloved. But it is
to be remembered that If expresses the
affection of the spirit which rejoices to
confess itself the feebler; and besides
that the man has passed into a spirit,
and that time and distance have thrown
hallowing haze of tenderness over the
lineaments of the friend of the past.
F! ". Robertson.


The VALUE OF YESTERDAY is
the office of hope. We have no word
too good or extreme for that faculty,
but we would enter plea in behalf of
the value of yesterday in its relations
TO mind oaad heart. Hope &c a grand
sentiment, but it conveys no informa-
ton. All the informotion of the soul
comes up from the days that are gone.
Hence one of the best thinkers said,
"N Not to know history is to sbe always
a child" The value of the ideas that
enter into human life is chiefly to be
learned by watching their evolution and
workings in that great workshop called
yesterday. Take the idea of the hber-
ty, and no dreamer who looks into the
future can behold its length and
breadth, but he alone can measure the
import of the term who hears the cry
of the slave from the days of the Ro-
mans down to the career of our own
land, and who sees the prosperity of
freedom from Athens to Florence, and
from Florence to England and America.
Take the idea of home, and if you
would feel the import of the word, look
not forward into poetic haze, but back
into human experience, in the tears of
sadness and Joy that have fallen by the
feet of any exile going away or coming
back or look into your own childhood
and consult its memories and then the
term unveils itself with no light or
shadow left out. Beyond the unfold
ing of truths, yesterday possesses an
other power, that of softeuing and mod
ulating the mind and heart Egotism
draws its vanity from perfect forget
fulness of yesterday. Self conscious
ness and coming greatness erase all else
from the mind, and the egotist stands
great in his possibilities. He is Just
about to conquer a world or greatly sur
prise one. And deep study of his own
or the worlds yesterday would drain
his heart of the last drop of personal
vanity, for there was an arena and he
did not conquer or astoDish world,
and there all those who were more
highly endowed are sleeping in forgot
ten dust. If the past utters anything
that is of value it is thatS all self-wor-
ship and glorifcation are the weakest
shape human nature can assume, and
that there is nothing worth living for
except the general mental and moral
progress of self and of mankind. The
great graves are those which cover the
dust of hearts that did some work that
entered after them into the public well
| fare and happiness. SsOiTs9.


/ Social ECLECFICIsM.-Eet Amuse-
ments be as innocent as they may, and
let society be as free as it may from am
bition and envy, still, if the life be a
life of society and life of amusement,