Year: 1875

4 W
We arose in the morning.


Never be sorry for any generous
thing that you ever did, even if it wa
, betrayed You cannot afford to kee,


on the safe side by being mean.


The forgiveness of his sins is til,
most urgent of all needs to the reall,
honorable man, inasmuch as it is tn,
true condition of his becoming FIRE,
from sin.


The true motives of our actions, lik,
the reed pipes Of an organ, are usual,
concealed; but the gilded and hollow
pretext is pOmpously placed in front 70,
show.


IF all men were to bring their misfor-
tunes together in one place, most would
be glad TO take his own home again.
rather than take a portion. oct of the
common stock.-Solon.


Every human being has a work to
carry on within, duties to perform
abroad, influences to exert, which are
/ peculiarly his, and which no conscience
but his own can teach.-Channiag.
Morality without religion is only a
kind Of dead reckonng-an endcavor
to navigate cloudy sea by measuring
the distance we have to run, but with
out observation of the heavenly bodies.
I-LonQfetlo,c.


Every kindly word and feeling, every
noble action and impulse, is like the ark
sent dove, and returns from the troubl-
ed waters of life bearing a green olive
branch to the soul.


In the following paragraph Ike
Marvel condensed whole volume on
the poetry of life:


If | have no coaches or horses, I can
at least hang a tracery Of vine leaves
along my porch, so exquisite and deli
cate that no sculpture can match it; if |
have no conservatory with its wonders,
yet the sun and [ together can build a
tangled coppice of some blooming things
in my door-yard, of which every tiny
leafet shall be a miracle. Nay, | make
my home, however small it may be, so
complete in It's simplicity, SO fitted for
its Offices, SO governed by neatness, so
embowered by wealth of leaf and flow
CTS, that 10 riches in the world can add
to it without damaging its rural grace;
and my gardeners-sunshine frost and
showers are their names-shall work for
me with no crusty reluctance, but with
an abandon and zeal that ask only graft
tude for pay.


Prayer covers the whole vast sweep
of religious experience, from the first
glancing Of the mind toward something
better than itself, from the faintest sigh
for better life which follows our con-
sciousness Of sin or imperfection, up
through all the religious experience of
the human soul, through all the long
ings and aspirations, the inward fight
ing, struggling and striving. the repent
ance, the growth in goodness, up to the
glad communion Of the soul with God,
to a delight in his works, and in his
providence, to a consciousness with his
life. We see the sweep of it; the ex-
perience Of our own souls and of our
ncighbors and of mankind, recorded in
the worlds religious literature, opens
to our sight this range of prayer and
religious consciousness. Poets and
prophets point out its heights to us; and
the saints have risen to them. Il
thank thee, Father, for so it seemeth
good in thy sight" comes from the holy
heart Of Jesus-that is the height of
prayer. But in the history Of humani
ty and in our experience, that height is
rarely reached save in thought and aspi-
ration; but it is we'll fer US to look at
it, and refresh ourselves with it, though
it may seem far from our everyday and
common state of mind Because it is
rare, let us not think it the less true
Francis T. WashJurn.


Did you ever know mean man to be
happy? Is he not always worrying
about his money, making it more Of a
curse than a pleasure to him? He is
afraid to place his treasures in the bank
lest it fail, and he is almost as fearful
/ to keep it in his house, dreading lest
it may be burned, or robbers enter and
despoil him of his gains. Although he
may take delight in counting over his
treasure, still that pleasure is somewhat
mixed with anxiety. He lives in the
constant dread that some one may be-
come richer than he, Tor he estimates a
mans worth in proportion to his golden
possessions. He never knows the beau
ties of the orphans or widow blessing,
because he never gives anything in char
ity, and it would be like begging mercy
at a tyrant's hands to ask him fora pen.
NY The world, in his eyes, is merely {


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