Look how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in its motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim :
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture decay

Doth grossly close us in we cannot hear it.
-Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice.

The night has a thousand eyes,
The day but one;

Yet the light of the whole world dies
When day is done.

The mind has a thousand eyes,

The heart but one;

Yet the light of the whole life dies,

When love is done.

-Bourdillon.

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes;
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: It becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above the sceptered sway;

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.

-Shakespeare.

There is no death. The stars go down
To rise upon some fairer shore;

And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine forevermore.

-Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton.

O could I flow with thee,
And make thy stream
My great example,
As it is my theme;
Though deep yet clear,
Though gentle yet dull,
Strong without rage,

Without o'erflowing, full.

-Denham.

Life is an arrow-therefore you must know
What mark to aim at, how to use the bow-
Then draw it to the head, and let it go!-

-Henry van Dyke.
(By permission of the author, Chas. Scribner's Sons,
Publishers.)

Some hae meat and canna eat,

And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.

-Burns.

Be ready.-Roosevelt.

Aggressive fighting for the right is the greatest sport the world knows.-Roosevelt.

Heaven is not reached at a single bound,

But we build the ladder by which we rise
From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,
And we mount to its summit round by round.
-Josiah Gilbert Holland.

I like the lad, who, when his father thought
To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase

Of vagrant worm by early songster caught,
Cried, 'Served him right!-it's not at all surprising;
The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!'
-John G. Saxe.

Forenoon, and afternoon, and night,-Forenoon,
And afternoon, and night,-Forenoon, and─What!
The empty song repeats itself. No more?
Yea, that is Life: make this forenoon sublime,
This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer,
And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won.
-E. R. Sill.

(Permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Publishers.)

RAIN IN SUMMER.

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and the heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

-Longfellow.

WHAT IS SO RARE AS A DAY IN JUNE?

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,

An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,

Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.

-Lowell.

A man may be young in years and old in hours, if he have iost no time.-Francis Bacon.

I would not enter on my list of friends

(Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

-Cowper.

In the morning sow thy seed, in the evening withhold not thine hand; for thou knowest not whether shall prosper either this or that or whether they both shall be alike good.-Eccles. 11-6.

Virtue is like a rich jewel, best plain set.-Bacon.

Sin has a great many tools but a lie is the handle which fits them all.-Holmes.

And O the voices I have heard!
Such visions where the morning grows!

A brother's soul in some sweet bird!
A sister's spirit in a rose!

-Miller.

And ever and ever the boundless blue;
And ever and ever the green green sod;
And ever and ever, between the two,
Walk the wonderful winds of God!

-Miller.

Man is his own star, and the soul than can
Render an honest and perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late;
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

-Fletcher.

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Some of the Treasures

THE BALLAD OF THE TEMPEST.

We were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep;
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.

'Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, "Cut away the mast!"

So we shuddered there in silence-
For the stoutest held his breath-
While the hungry sea was roaring
And the breakers talked with Death.

And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy with his prayers,
"We are lost!" the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
"Isn't God upon the ocean,

Just the same as on the land?"

Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.
-James T. Fields.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB.

Mary had a little lamb,

It's fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.