VI.

AY not up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust corrupt, and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust corrupt, and where thieves do not break in and steal.

Where the treasure is, there the heart is also.

The light of the body is the eye: if thine eye be clear, thy whole body will be full of light; but, if thine eye be diseased, thy whole body shall be full of darkness.

If the inward light be darkness, how great will be that darkness!

No one can serve two masters: for either he will hate this one, and love that; or else he will hold to that one, and despise this.

We cannot serve God and Mammon.

Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put

on.

Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?

Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns: Yet our heavenly Father feedeth them. Consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin :

Yet even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

If God so clothe the grass of the field, which is to-day, and to-morrow is cast into the oven,

Will he not much more clothe us?

Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? what shall we drink? wherewithal shall we be clothed?

Our heavenly Father knoweth that we have need of all these things.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness,

And all these things shall be added unto us. Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow will take thought for its own con

cerns.

Sufficient unto the day is the care thereof.

VII.

THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity,

I am as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I can remove mountains, and have not charity,

I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity,

It profiteth me nothing.

Charity suffereth long, and is kind;

Charity envieth not;

Charity vaunteth not itself; is not puffed up;
Doth not behave itself unseemly;

Seeketh not her own;

Is not easily provoked;
Thinketh no evil;

Rejoiceth not in inquity, but rejoiceth in the

truth;

Beareth all things,

Believeth all things,

Hopeth all things,
Endureth all things.

Charity never faileth;

But prophecies shall fail,

Tongues shall cease,

Knowledge shall vanish away.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But, when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but, when I became a man, I put away childish things. Now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face.

Now I know in part;

But then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abide Faith, Hope, Charity, these three;

But the greatest of these is Charity.

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VIII.

THE PSALM OF LIFE.

ELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream;

For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real, life is earnest,

And the grave is not its goal:
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting;

And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral-marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle;
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant;
Let the dead Past bury its dead:
Act, act, in the living Present, -
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime;
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time,—

Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er Life's solemn main,—
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,-
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

H. W. Longfellow.

IX.

EARNESTNESS.

H Heard the solemn steps of Time,

AST thou, 'midst Life's empty noises,

And the low, mysterious voices

Of another clime?

88 Early hath Life's mighty question
Thrilled within thy heart of youth
With a deep and strong beseeching,-
What and where is Truth?