For such, heaven has explain and justify

and eyes dim with ceaseless tears; or, it may be, in those nobler ministerings to misery which the stricken only can yield. compensations which shall even sorrow like theirs. There are kindred spirits in those heavenly mansions ready to receive them to an immortal fellowship, and make them rich in the bliss of communion and love through eternity. He who for one dread moment was alone on earth, as even the loneliest among us has never been, is there the centre of all observation, and the object of all adoration and love. Perhaps the loneliest here are training to be the centre of spheres of attraction, of homes of love, in the many mansions of the Father's kingdom on high.

BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER.

GOD, who hast prepared for them that love Thee, such good things as pass man's understanding; pour into our hearts such love towards Thee, that we loving Thee above all things may obtain Thy promises, which exceed all that we can desire, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

M. E. TOWNSEND.

WE E wait for happiness through days and

nights

Of waking dreams, sweet hopes, and trembling

fears;

The vision floats before us evermore,

And still within our yearning hearts we cry,

Some day! some day!

We wait for grief through years of brightest joy, Of hopes fulfilled beyond our highest hope; While still a shadow haunts our inmost hearts, And voices seem to whisper low and sad,

Some day! some day!

We wait for heaven's joy through sun and shade, Chequering with ceaseless change our earthly path;

By all, however pure, unsatisfied,

These trembling souls of ours are echoing still

Some day! some day

Some day the love which is too much to bear
On earth, and oftentimes would fail and sink
Beneath its own sweet weight, both sweet and sad,
Shall lose itself in that Eternal Love,

Where only human hearts may find their home,
Some day! some day!

G. MAC DONALD.

AND weep not, though the beautiful decay

Within thy heart, as daily in thine eyes; Thy heart must have its autumn, its pale skies, Leading, mayhap, to winter's dim dismay. Yet doubt not. Beauty doth not pass away; Her form departs not, though her body dies; Secure beneath the earth the snowdrop lies, Waiting the spring's young resurrection day, Through the kind nurture of the winter cold. Nor seek thou by vain effort to revive The summer time, when roses were alive; Do thou thy work-be willing to be old : Thy sorrow is the husk that doth infold A gorgeous June, for which thou need'st not strive.

NATH. HAWTHORNE.

THERE is something more awful in happiness than in sorrow, the latter being earthly and finite, the former composed of the substance and texture of Eternity, so that spirits still embodied may well tremble at it.

ELEVENTH DAY.

The Burthen of Daily Life.

As for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice. He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me. God shall hear, and afflict them, even he that abideth of old. Because they have no changes, therefore they fear not God. forth his hands against such as be him: he hath broken his covenant. his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords. Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.

He hath put at peace with The words of

Ps. lv. 16-22.

Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me. Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High. What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. In

They gather themselves they mark my steps, Shall they escape by

God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me. Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil. together, they hide themselves, when they wait for my soul, iniquity? in thine anger cast down the people, O God. Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book! When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me. In God will I praise his word: in the Lord will I praise his word. In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

Ps. lvi. 1-11.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become 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 could 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 iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.