And if there be a weight upon my breast, Or if it be the heaviness that comes My bosom takes no heed of what it is, For oh, in spite of past and present care, Passes that silent, solitary hour, My God, with Thee. More tranquil than the stillness of the night, For what is there on earth that I desire XVII. The Fashioning Hand. ANON. The fining pot is for silver and the furnace for gold, even so the Lord purifieth the heart.—Psalms xvii. 3. N opal lay in the case, cold and lustreless. It was held a few moments in a warm hand, when it gleamed and glowed with all the beauty of the rainbow. All about us are human lives of children or of older persons, which seem cold and unbeautiful, without spiritual radiance or the gleams of indwelling light which tell of immortality. Yet they need only the touch of a warm human hand, the pressure of love, to bring out in them the brightness of the spiritual beauty that is hidden in them. J. R. MILLER. In the still air the music lies unheard; The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let, HORATIUS BONAR. XVIII. At the Unknown Gate. (Arab term for Grave.) Though I walk into the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil, for Thou art with me: Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.-Psalms xxiii. 4. O live, that when Thy summons come to join To that mysterious realm where each shall take Thou go not as the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but sustained and soothed. Alas for him who never sees BRYANT. The stars shine through his cypress trees! WHITTIER. XIX. At the time of Old Age. Remember not the sins of my youth and my transgression; according to Thy mercy remember me, for Thy goodness sake.-Psalms xxv. 7. Cast me not away in the time of old age, when my strength waneth, forsake me not.—Psalms lxxi. 9. (F, gracious God! in life's green ardent year, JF, A thousand times Thy patient love I tried, With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sear, Thy holy voice and in Thy words confide! Before the hoary head thou shalt rise up and honor A Spartan predicted the downfall of Athens when he observed in the theatre that the young men kept their seats while old citizens were obliged to stand. XX. The Crowning of a Good Life. A crown of glory is a hoary head if it be found on the path of righteousness aud mercy.-Proverbs xiv. 31. JT T is a beautiful thing, standing here, children of Israel and children of the Christian faith, to remember that this grand old Hebrew (Moses Montefiore) did all these good and noble things because he was loyal to his convictions. He was, to the very backbone, a religious man. He was conscious of the fact that he was a son of the Highest, enclosed in the ancient covenant between God and His chosen race; and that he was assured of His blessing, if he went forth into the world to comfort the oppressed and bring good tidings to the down-trodden. Can those be right who tell us that in these days religious conviction has become a minus quantity? That we have nothing of the old chivalry, nothing of the old heroism, nothing of the daring spirit, which will, forgetful of all smaller motives, go forth to do valiantly for God and His suffering children? Moses Montefiore at his hundreth birthday, is a complete refutation of this pessimistic idea. STEPHEN H. CAMP. HOU who so high hast raised me by Thy love, My eyes look upward to Thy realms above, Thou art my strength, on Thee will I rely XXI. In the Home for Incurables. I am silent, I open not my mouth-for Thou, O God, hast done it.—Psalms xxxix. 9. |