THE SHADOW AND THE LIGHT.

"And sought, whence is Evil: I set before the eye of my spirit the whole creation; whatsoever we see therein, sea, earth, air, stars, trees, moral creatures, yea, whatsoever there is we do not see,- angels and spiritual powers. Where is evil, and whence comes it, since God the Good hath created all things? Why made He anything at all of evil, and not rather by His Allmightiness cause it not to be? These thoughts I turned in my miserable heart, overcharged with most gnawing cares." "And, admonished to return to myself, I entered even into my inmost soul, Thou being my guide, and beheld even beyond my soul and mind the Light unchangeable. He who knows the Truth knows what that Light is, and he that knows it knows Eternity! O Truth, who art Eternity! Love, who art Truth! Eternity, who art Love! And I beheld that Thou madest all things good, and to Thee is nothing whatsoever evil. From

the angel to the worm, from the first motion to the last, Thou settest each in its place, and everything is good in its kind. Woe is me! how high art Thou in the highest, how deep in the deepest! and Thou never departest from us and we scarcely return to Thee."- Augustine's Soliloquies, Book VII.

THE fourteen centuries fall away

Between us and the Afric saint, And at his side we urge, to-day, The immemorial quest and old complaint.

No outward sign to us is given,

From sea or earth comes no reply; Hushedasthe warm Numidian heaven He vainly questioned bends our frozen sky.

No victory comes of all our strife,
From all we grasp the meaning slips;

The Sphinx sits at the gate of life, With the old question on her awful lips.

In paths unknown we hear the feet

Of fear before, and guilt behind; We pluck the wayside fruit, and eat Ashes and dust beneath its golden rind.

From age to age descends unchecked

The sad bequest of sire to son, The body's taint, the mind's defect, Through every web of life the dark threads run.

O, why and whither?- God knows all;

I only know that he is good, And that whatever may befall

Or here or there, must be the best that could.

Between the dreadful cherubim

A Father's face I still discern, As Moses looked of old on him, And saw his glory into goodness turn!

For he is merciful as just:

And so, by faith correcting sight, I bow before his will, and trust Howe'er they seem he doeth all things right.

And dare to hope that he will make The rugged smooth, the doubtful plain;

His mercy never quite forsake; His healing visit every realm of pain;

That suffering is not his revenge

Upon his creatures weak and frail

Thereat the Abbot paused; the chain whereby

His thoughts went upward broken by that cry;

And, looking from the casement, saw below

A wretched woman, with gray hair a-flow,

And withered hands held up to him, who cried

For alms as one who might not be denied.

She cried, "For the dear love of Him who gave

His life for ours, my child from bondage save,

My beautiful, brave first-born, chained with slaves

In the Moor's galley, where the sunsmit waves

Lap the white walls of Tunis!""What I can

I give," Tritemius said: "my prayers." "O man

Of God!" she cried, for grief had made her bold,

"Mock me not thus; I ask not prayers, but gold.

Words will not serve me, alms alone

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