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? And, though a stranger he, and helpless, scan But not alone material wants supply, Man cannot live by bread alone, was said So be not idlers in the vineyard here: Thus life will not be dreary, meagre, sad, 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 PSALM CXxxiii. 1. Let love in one delightful stream, And union sweet, and dear esteem, CHARLES SWAIN "He sings of Brotherhood, and joy and peace, "Well done! thou watcher on the lonely tower! If the broad daylight breaks upon the plain?" "It breaks-it comes - the misty shadows fly:· The mountain-tops reflect it calm and clear; 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to see how fast the vain diplomacy of statesmen, the impotence of armies and navies and lines of defence, would be superseded by this unarmed child.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, The summer toil, when Nature's frown 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, Life hath its harvest moons, Its tasselled corn, and purple-weighted vine, 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 |