There are men to-day who would stand alone There are men who would fight at Marathon, It is better to look back with pride and boast,- The past to all is a dream at most, The future is life instead; And standing unmoved at your duty's post "GOD IS NOWHERE." AN ACTUAL OCCURRENCE. A hard, stern man upon a sick bed lay, Kind Christian friends, on holiest mission bent, Angry at last at each persistent call, The Saviour's sacred name he would not hear, "Wife, fetch the blackboard and a bit of chalk! The thin, weak hand that scarce the chalk could hold Time crept along-hour after hour passed o'er, Then, happier change repaid the anxious view- "And that's not all- the tones grew eager now-- "Yes, father dear! Oh yes! I truly can, The father smiled-and pointing to the wall But still she strove,-her deep and earnest eyes The conscience-stricken man, in mute amaze, "My God! my child-and has my darling learned That life thy mercy spared,—now wholly Thine." GOOD READING THE GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT. JOHN S. HART, LL.D. There is one accomplishment, in particular, which I would earnestly recommend to you. Cultivate assiduously the ability to read well. I stop to particularize this, because it is a thing so very much neglected, and because it is such an elegant, and charming accomplishment. Where one person is really interested by music, twenty are pleased by good reading. Where one person is capable of becoming a skillful musician, twenty may become good readers. Where there is one occasion suitable for the exercise of musical talent, there are twenty for that of good reading. The culture of the voice necessary for reading well, gives a delightful charm to the same voice in conversation. Good reading is the natural exponent and vehicle of all good things. It is the most effective of all commentaries upon the works of genius. It seems to bring dead authors to life again, and makes us sit down familiarly with the great and good of all ages. Did you ever notice what life and power the Holy Scriptures have when well read? Have you ever heard of the wonderful effects produced by Elizabeth Fry on the criminals of Newgate, by simply reading to them the parable of the Prodigal Son? Princes and peers of the realm, it is said, counted it a privilege to stand in the dismal corridors, among felons and murderers, merely to share with them the privilege of witnessing the marvelous pathos which genius, taste, and culture could infuse into that simple story. What a fascination there is in really good reading! What a power it gives one! In the hospital, in the chamber of the invalid, in the nursery, in the domestic and in the social circle, among chosen friends and companions, how it enables you to minister to the amusement, the comfort, the pleasure of dear ones, as no other art or accomplishment can. No instrument of man's devising can reach the heart as does that most wonderful instrument, the human voice. It is God's special gift and endowment to his chosen creatures. Fold it not away in a napkin. If y f you would double the value of all your other acquisitions, if you would add immeasurably to your own enjoyment and to your power of promoting the enjoyment of others, cultivate, with incessant care, this divine gift. No music below the skies is equal to that of pure, silvery speech from the lips of a man or woman of high culture. THE CHAMELEON.-JAMES MERRICK. A FABLE FROM M. DE LAMOTTE. Oft has it been my lot to mark Two travelers of such a cast, As o'er Arabia's wilds they passed 66 A stranger animal," cries one, "Sure never lived beneath the sun. "Hold, there," the other quick replies, ""Tis green," I saw it with these eyes, As late with open mouth it lay, And warmed it in the sunny ray: Stretched at its ease, the beast I viewed And saw it eat the air for food." "I've seen it, sir, as well as you, And must again affirm it blue; At leisure I the beast surveyed, Extended in the cooling shade." ""Tis green, 'tis green, sir, I assure ye!" "Green!" cries the other in a fury— 'Why, sir!-d'ye think I've lost my eyes?" ""Twere no great loss," the friend replies, " For, if they always serve you thus, So high at last the contest rose, Sirs," "Well, then, at once to ease the doubt," Both stared, the man looked wondrous wise- LITTLE MARGERY. Kneeling, white-robed, sleepy eyes, Watching by the little bed, Dreaming of the coming years, |