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to listen when she speaks to us. If we are tempted to be angry or impatient, Love will say,-"Stop! Remember! Think how patient God is with you, though you often do wrong. Reading the Bible, and praying, and going to church, and giving money to the poor, are all good, if we have love also, but they are worth little without love. "Love is the fulfilling of the law." Paul and James, and John all wrote a great deal of this love, but perhaps John said the most beautiful thing of all, when he wrote,‚—" God is love, and he that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God, and God in him."

EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.

A SWEET SONG OF SONGS.

The leaf-tongues of the forest, the flower-lips of the sod, The happy birds that hymn their rapture in the ear of God; The summer-wind that bringeth music over land and sea, Have each a voice that singeth this sweet song of songs

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to me:

'This world is full of beauty, like other worlds above, And, if we did our duty, it might be full of love."

GERALD MASSEY.

July 3.

Prove all things: hold fast that which is good.

I THESS. V. 21.

WHILE we instantly shut our hearts against all that is impure and unholy, all thoughts that would tarnish, or stain, or blight, we should open them just as quickly to all thoughts that are pure, and true, and honest, and just, and lovely.

JAMES R. MILler.

THE BEE'S WISDOM.

Said a little wandering maiden
To a bee, with honey laden;-
"Bee, in all the flowers you work,
Yet in some doth poison lurk."'

"That I know, my little maiden,"
Said the bee, with honey laden ;
"But the poison I forsake,

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And the honey only, take."

Cunning bee, with honey laden,

That is right,"-replied the maiden ; "So will I, from all I meet,

Only take the good and sweet."

July 4.

Let him labor, working with his hands the thing which is good that he may have to give to him that needeth.EPH. iv. 28.

THERE is an old legend concerning three young women, who disputed as to who had the most beautiful hands. One dipped her hands into the pure running stream, another picked berries until her fingers were pink, a third gathered roses until her hands were made sweet by their fragrance. An aged woman, careworn and decrepit, leaning upon her staff, came, asking a gift, but all alike refused her. A fourth young woman, making no claims to beauty, ministered to her needs. The aged woman then said, "It is not the hand that is dipped in the brook, nor the hand made red with berries, nor the hand garlanded or perfumed with roses, that is most beautiful, but the hand that giveth to the poor." As she thus spoke, her mask fell off, her staff was cast aside, her wrinkles vanished, and she stood before them, an angel of God. It matters not whether the hand gives in money, or in kindly acts; in some cases, money would be quite useless, while kindness is priceless.

BEAUTIFUL THINGS.

Beautiful faces are those that wear,-
It matters little if dark or fair,-
Whole-souled honesty printed there.

Beautiful eyes are those that show,
Like crystal panes where hearth-fires glow,
Beautiful thoughts that burn below.

Beautiful lips are those whose words
Leap from the heart like songs of birds,
Yet whose utterance prudence girds.

Beautiful hands are those that do

Work that is earnest, and brave, and true,
Moment by moment, the long day through.

Beautiful feet are those that go

On kindly ministry to and fro,

Down lowliest ways, if God wills so.

Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseless burdens of homely care
With patient grace and daily prayer.

Beautiful lives are those that bless;
Silent rivers of happiness,

Whose hidden fountains but few may guess.

Beautiful twilight, at set of sun,

Beautiful goal, with race well run,
Beautiful rest, with work well done.

ELLEN P. ALLERTON.

July 5.

If thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: : for, in so doing, thou shalt heap couls of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.-ROм. xii. 20, 21.

Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.-LUKE Xxiii. 34.

If you have an enemy, treat him kindly, and you will make him your friend. You may not win him over at once, but continue your kindness and you will succeed. Repeated kindness will soften the hardest heart.

FORGIVENESS.

A red rose, drooping to the ground,
With delicate beauty flushed,
By a careless foot, at even tide,
Was trampled on, and crushed.

Christlike, the injured flower returned
No thorn-prick for the blow;
But gave instead a sweet perfume
To him who laid it low.

July 6.

Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.-PSA. lxv. 8.

HAYDN, the great composer, was asked :— "How is it that your music is so bright and happy?" He answered," Because all things around me,-all God's works, ‚—are so bright and happy with beauty, and goodness, and love."

O world, as God has made it! All is beauty:
And knowing this is love, and love is duty.

JULY.

When the scarlet cardinal tells,

Her dream to the dragon-fly,

And the lazy breeze rocks the nest in the trees,
And murmurs a lullaby,-

It is July.

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When the heat like a mist-veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,

And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh,—
It is July.

When the hours are so still, that Time
Forgets them, and lets them lie

'Neath petals pink, till the night-stars wink
At the sunset, in the sky,-

It is July.

SUSAN HARTLEY SWETT.

July 7.

For we are His (God's) workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.-EPH. ii. 10.

I HAVE a clock in my parlor, with a gilt frame and a glass case to cover it. Almost every one who sees it, says, "What a pretty clock!" But it has one great defect,-it will not go, and, therefore, as a clock, it is perfectly useless. Just as my clock does not answer the purpose for which it is made, which is to keep time,so, many persons do not answer the purpose for which they are made. What did God make us for? He made us that we might love Him and serve Him, and if we do not love and serve Him, we do not answer the purpose for which He made us. We may be very pretty, and admired by others, but God is not pleased, and we can never be truly happy.

WHAT I WAS MADE FOR.

God made the little bird to sing,
Up in the trees so tall;

He made the castled snail to cling
Close to the garden wall.

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