They helped every one his neighbor; and every one said to his brother, Be of good courage.

ISAIAH xli. 6.

Would'st thou a neighbor be where'er thou art?
Then to the needy show a feeling heart,

And, though a stranger he, and helpless, scan
No less in him a brother and a man.

But not alone material wants supply,
Give kindness, hope, and gentle sympathy.
How many for the lack of these have died,
When other wants have amply been supplied!

Man cannot live by bread alone, was said
By One who said, "I am the living bread."
He brought the good, the living truth to men :
Who drank of that would never thirst again.

So be not idlers in the vineyard here:
There's work for all, both here and everywhere;
And "angels unawares we oft may bless,
And be to each an added blessedness.

Thus life will not be dreary, meagre, sad,
But filled with deeds that other hearts make glad :
For greater good, one need not vainly try,
This is its own reward and luxury.

C. E. BRIGGS

THE highest luxury of which the human

mind is sensible is to call smiles upon the

face of misery.

ANONYMOUS

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is
For brethren to dwell together in unity!

PSALM CXxxiii. 1.

Let love in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flow;

And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glow.

CHARLES SWAIN

"He sings of Brotherhood, and joy and peace,
Of days when jealousies and hate shall cease;
When war shall die, and man's progressive mind
Soar as unfetter'd as its God designed."

"Well done! thou watcher on the lonely tower!
Is the day breaking? dawns the happy hour?
We pine to see it: tell us, yet again,

If the broad daylight breaks upon the plain?"

"It breaks-it comes - the misty shadows fly:·
A rosy radiance gleams upon the sky;

The mountain-tops reflect it calm and clear;
The plain is yet in shade, but day is near."

CHARLES MACKAY

L

ET the amelioration in our laws of property proceed from the concession of the rich, not from the grasping of the poor. Let us begin by habitual imparting. Let us understand that the equitable rule is, that no one should take more than his share, let him be ever so rich. Let me feel that I am to be a lover. I am to see to it that the world is the better for me, and

to find my reward in the act. Love would put a new face on this weary old world, in which we dwell as pagans and enemies too long; and it would warm the heart to see how fast the vain diplomacy of statesmen, the impotence of armies and navies and lines of defence, would be superseded by this unarmed child. . . . An acceptance of the sentiment of love throughout Christendom for a season would bring the felon and the outcast to our side in tears, with the devotion of his faculties to our service. ... One day all men will be lovers; and every calamity will be dissolved in the universal sunshine.

EMERSON

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error,

There were no need of arsenals and forts.

H. W. LONGFELLOW

Week Thirteenth

LIFE AND DEATH

Prelude

WHAT LIFE HATH

Life hath its barren years,

When blossoms fall untimely down,
When ripened fruitage fails to crown

The summer toil, when Nature's frown
Looks only on our tears.

Life hath its faithless days:

The golden promise of the morn,

That seemed for light and gladness born, Meant only noontide wreck and scorn,

Hushed harp instead of praise.

Life hath its valleys, too,

Where we must walk in vain regret,

With mourning clothed, with wild rain wet,
Toward sunlit hopes that soon must set,
All quenched in pitying dew.

Life hath its harvest moons,

Its tasselled corn, and purple-weighted vine,
Its gathered sheaves of grain, the blessed sign
Of plenteous ripening bread and pure, rich wine,
Full hearts for harvest tunes.

Life hath its hopes fulfilled,

Its glad fruitions, its blessed answered prayers, Sweeter for waiting long, whose holy air, Indrawn to silent souls, breathes forth its rare, Grand speech by joy distilled.

Life hath its Tabor heights,

Its lofty mounts of heavenly recognition, Whose unveiled glories flash to earth munition Of love and truth and lucid intuition:

HAIL, MOUNT OF ALL DELIGHTS!

ANONYMOUS