EXUHKE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA G>} JOHN HEW NASH LIBRARY <8> SAN FRANCISCO <$> PRESENTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA ROBERT GORDON SPROUL, PRESIDENT. BY MR.ANDMRS.MILTON S.RAY CECILY, VIRGINIA AND ROSALYN RAY AND THE RAY OIL BURNER COMPANY TG A Collection of Quotations Harmonious and Helpful for Every Sunday of the Year COMPILED AND ARRANGED BY JENNIE DAY HAINES Jt boe* not matter tofmt toe can tfjt* bap " ^abfaatfj." "ftunbap." or "lorb'i JBap." Jt matters not tobid) bap of tljt srUrn toe baQoto "jTirrt-bap" or "^ebentb-bap." Jt matter^ not at aU tohicb ftours tur beep from sunst t to sunsr t. or from mibnigtt to mibnigftt. JJut let ui sabe ttje "ftacreb _ jg^^p Jobn PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK selections for Sunday 5ym- phonies are moral rather than re- ligious; mundane rather than celestial, their true aim being to emphasize such precepts as are helpful to the higher life on earth, for, as it has been well said, "To grow higher, deeper, wider, as the years go on, to conquer difficulties, and acquire more and more power to feel all one's faculties unfolding, and truth descending into the soul, this makes life worth living." Copyright, 1906, by PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY Prelude : My Symphony . . New Year Messages The Sun's Day Heaven Once a Week Anent Sermons Prayer Heaven Hell The Still Small Voice Christianity's Noble Words. Heart versus Brain Uphill The Value of Time Killing Time What Is Truth What Is a Lie Rcsurgo, I Arise Death Is Not Death Motion, Action, Progress. . Dead Men and Live Friendship How to Make Friends Looking Upwards Mountain-Top Moments. . Creeds The Golden Rule In the Wrong Hole P* PM iv Our Nation 27 1 Alpha and Omega 28 2 Happiness 29 3 Superfluity 30 4 Two Worlds 31 5 The Human Soul 32 6 Invictus 33 7 Post-Mortem Kindnesses. ... 34 8 Anger 35 9 Sweat of the Brow 36 10 Strength and Courage 37 1 I The World's Mirror 38 12 Life's Mirror 39 1 3 Evil-Speaking 40 14 Golden Silences 41 15 Foot-Path to Peace 42 16 Dead Leaves 43 17 The Simple Life 44 18 Beau Monde 45 19 Contentment 46 20 Thanksgiving 47 21 Charity 48 22 The Quality of Mercy 49 23 Music 50 24 Sweet Bells 51 25 The Spirit of Giving 52 26 L'Envoi : The Golden Carol . v 5fti =3| pr "l^ |[ ffftp LIVE content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common, this is to be my symphony. William Henry Charming. IV Jf trat in 3tenuarp Beautiful is the year in its coming and going most beautiful and blessed because it is the year of our Lord. _ Lucy Larcom. It is thus each year of life comes to us for each day a clean, white page, and we are artists, whose duty it is to put something beautiful on the pages one by one; or we are historians, and must give to the page some record of work or duties or victory to enshrine and carry away. _ _ phillipj g^ What will it bring, the new year that we start today ? What will it leave, when quickly it has passed away? New scenes, new friends, new songs ; these surely it will bring. Will it leave aught, except a harp with broken string? W. R. Sellers. &econb The Jews called it the Sabbath a day of rest Modem Christians call it the Sun's day, or the day of light, warmth, and B roWtL - Henry Ward Beecher. The hush that falls on the fields and village streets on a Sunday morning seems to announce the presence of the Spirit of God in some unusual sense. The activities of the world, its strife, its turbu- lence and passion, have vanished in the holy silence which rests upon the earth and makes it one vast and sacred place of worship. One instinctively recalls that beautiful phrase which always brings a vision of the rest of heaven with it the peace of God. - Hamilton Wright Mabic. The Sabbath day ! how well The Pilgrims loved it, for the peace it brought ! We in the shadow dwell Of its pavilion, for our shelter wrought. Why break our holiest spell ? Why count the good old Sabbath days for naught ? Lucy Larcom. ^ ftraUru (Drue a Ofclcc k irb &unbap in Son-dayes Bright shadows of true rest ! some shoots of blisse ; Heaven once a week: The next world's gladness prepossest in this ; A day to seek : Eternity in time : the steps by which We climb above all ages : lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days : and the rich And full redemption of the whole week's flight! The pulleys unto headlong man: time's bower; The narrow way; Transplanted Paradise: God's walking hourre: The cool o* the day ! _ Henry Vaughan, 1656. A Sabbath-day service may serve you an end, As a step in the ladder to heaven; But you never will mount very high, my friend, With but one good round in seven. John Whiting Storn. ^ antnt >ermon* ^ :f ourtf) &>tmbap in JTanuarp A divine ought to calculate his sermon as an astrologer does his almanac, to the meridian of the place and people, where he lives. rp D _ 1 om brown. The minister whose sermons are made up merely of flowers of rhetoric, sprigs of quotation, sweet fancy, and perfumed common- places, is consciously or unconsciously posing in the pulpit. His literary charlotte-russes, sweet froth on a spongy, pulpy base, never helped a human soul, they give neither strength nor inspira- tion. If the mind and heart of the preacher were really thrilled with the greatness and simplicity of religion, he would, week by week, apply the ringing truths of his faith to the vital problems of daily living. The test of a strong simple sermon is results, not the Sunday praise of his auditors, but their bettered lives during the week. People who pray on their knees on Sunday and prey on their neighbors on Monday need simplicity in their faith. - William George Jordan. Draper ;f irgt &unbap tn Jfefcruarp God gives us more than, were we not overbold, we should dare ask for, and yet how often (perhaps after saying "Thank God " so curtly that it is only a form of swearing ) we are suppli- ants again within the hour ! . .. g. Two went to pray? O rather say One went to brag, the other to pray. One stands up close and treads on high, Where the other dares not lend his eye; One nearer to God's altar trod, The other, to the altar's God. - Richard Crashaw. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nournish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friends? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. Alfred Tennyson. * fceaten *& &econb &unba|> in Jf ebruarp Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child ! - Felicia Dorothea H A sea before The Throne is spead ; its pure still glass Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass. We, on its shore, Share, in the bosom of our rest, God's knowledge, and are blest. - Cardinal N And so upon this wise I prayed : Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me. Emily Dickinson. ' Cfjtrb ftunbap in Jftbruarp Whatever Hell may be, we do not believe that it is like the Hell of Dante, a burning slaughter-house, a torture-chamber of endless vivisection and worse than inquisitorial horrors invented and elaborated by demon-priests where souls welter in the crimson ooze of Phlegethon, or move about like Nero-torches of animated flame ' - Canon Farrar. The hell to be endured hereafter, of which theology tells, is no worse than the hell we make for ourselves in this world by habitually fashioning our characters the wrong way. William James. Do not be troubled by Saint Bernard's saying that hell is full of good intentions and wills. _ Frindf De Sale$ * * * When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be Hell which are not Heaven. Christopher Marlowe. p &>tttt &>maU jTourtf) gwnbap in Jfrtruarp Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din ; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God. - Lord Byron. Conscience punishes our misdeeds by revealing to us our guilt and ill desert. It will not permit us to enjoy the love of one whom we have secretly betrayed. It will not suffer us to take pleasure in the esteem of our fellows, when we have fallen below the standards which they cherish. It cannot be put off, or cheated, or bribed. For it is inside us; it is an aspect of ourselves; and to get away from it is as impossible as to get away from or around ourselves. Repentance, confession, and attempted restitution are the only offer- ings by which offended conscience can be appeased. -William De Witt Hyde. When a conscience is of less specific gravity than the moral element into which it is cast, it cannot remain submerged. The fortunate owner of such a conscience watches it with satisfaction when it serenely bobs to the surface; he advertises its superlative excellence, " Perfectly Pure ! It floats." Samuel McChord Crothew. nr i * Cbriattanitp's ^oblt Jf ir*t gwnbap in jfWarrf) * Christianity possesses the noblest words in the language; its literature overflows with terms expressive of the greatest and happi- est moods which can fill the soul of man. Rest, Joy, Peace, Faith, Love, Light these words occur with such persistency in hymns and prayers that an observer might think they formed the staple of Christian experience. But on coming to close quarters with the actual life of most of us, how surely would he be disenchanted! I do not think we ourselves are aware how much our religious life is made up of phrases; how much of what we call Christian ex- perience is only a dialect of the churches, a mere religious phrase- ology with almost nothing behind it in what we really feel and know. Henry Drummond. When people meet with empty minds, people who live only for amusement, not for anything serious, how commonplace and how superficial is the talk! Even when there is talent, culture, knowledge, if there is not earnestness, it does not go to the root of things. it is unsatisfactory. _ Jajne8 Freeman >J< Jleart ber*u* JBram s>econb jfeuntuip tn Heart is a word that the Bible is full of. Brain, I believe, is not mentioned in Scripture. Heart, in the sense in which it is currently understood, suggests the warm center of human life, or any other life. When we say of a man that he " has a good deal of heart" we mean that he is "summery/* When you come near him it is like getting around to the south side of a house in mid- winter and letting the sunshine feel of you, and watching the snow slide off the twigs and the tear-drops swell on the points of pendent icicles. Brain counts for a good deal more to-day than heart does. It will win more applause and earn a larger salary. - Charles H. Parkhurst Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The angel of life winds them up at once for all, then closes the cases, and gives the key into the hand of the angel of resurrection. "Tic-tac, tic-tad" go the wheels of thought; our will cannot stop them; madness only makes them go faster. Death alone can break into the case, and, seizing the ever-swinging pendulum which we call the heart, silence at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our aching foreheads. Oliver Wendell Holmes. 10 Cfjirb &unbap in Jflartfj Does the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place - A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin? May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night Those who have gone before? Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come. Christina G. Rooctti. 11 ^ QTfje ^alue of Cime Jf ourtf) &tmbap in Know the true value of time ; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination ; never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day. Earl of Chesterfield. Alas ! it is not till Time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the book of human life to light the fires of human passion with, from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. There is no end to the sky, And the stars are everywhere, And time is eternity, And the here is over there ; For the common deeds of the common day Are ringing bells in the far-away. Henry Burton. Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes, Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats; He keeps all his customers still in arrears By lending them minutes and charging them years. Oliver Wendell Holmes 12 ^ Hitting ^ime ^ Jf tftlj in 4Warcf) If it is true, as we are told, that " Time is the stuff that life is made of/* then wasting time is wasting life, and stealing rime is stealing life, and "killing time'* is a kind of suicide or murder perhaps both, for an idler very commonly steals another's rime with which to kill his own. These time- thieves are nearly all out of jail and are to be found in the " best society.*' I would rather meet a P ick P cket _ -Jo.iahS.rong. Perhaps no phrase is so terribly significant as the phrase " killing time.*' It is a tremendous and poetical image, the image of a kind of cosmic parricide. There are on the earth a race of revellers who do, under all their exuberance, fundamentally regard time as an enemy. _ -Gilbert Keith Cherterton. Those who do not know how to spend their time profitably, allow their lives to slip away with much sorrow and little praise. Isabella D'Este. ^ Oaifjat 3s rutfj ^ &unbap in Sprfl But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply. _ William Cowpcr. To love truth for truth's sake is the principal part of human perfection in this world, and the seed-plot of all other virtues. _ John Locke. Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch ; nay, you may kick it around all day, like a football, and it will be round and full at evening. _ _ Qliver Wendell We have oftener than once endeavored to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which, however, we can find nowhere in his works, that " ridicule is the test of truth." \ _ Thomas Carlyle. This above all to thine own self be true ; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Shakespeare. 14 feeconb *5>untmt> in lpnl And, after all, what is a lie? Tis but The truth in masquerade. _ Lord Byron Business the world's work is the sale of lies; Not goods, but trade-marks ; and still more and more In every branch becomes the sale. _j ohn Daviclson . And the parson made it his text that week, and he said likewise, That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies ; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight. Alfred Tennyson. Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all. Oliver Wendell Holmes. DO ^ fcesfurso 5 &rtee CJjtrb gwitoap tn * Easter, glad feast of life, belongs only to those who are alive in soul, and heart, and mind. Hearts buried in graves have but little share in its resurrecting thrill of joy. Love which holds on, which lives for its own, and makes day a fruitful memorial instead of a measure of repining, has a foretaste of the immortality it be- lieves in, through its conquest of death's power to destroy. "C" (Mrs. James Farley Cox). Will you take a motto for your spiritual life? It is not an in- scription for your tombstone: " Resurgam, I shall arise, when earthly life is over, when the graves unclose." It is a watchword for your hearts: " Resurgo, I arise, I am delivered, I am quickened, I begin to live upward, through Christ, for Christ, unto Christ." - Henry Van Dyke. God expects from men something more * * for the credit of their religion as well as the satisfaction of their conscience that their Easter devotions would in some measure come up to their * Bratfj 3* /lot Bratfj * jFourtf) ^unbap in &prtl I came from God, and I'm going back to God, and I won't have any gaps of death in the middle of my life. _ George MacDonald. Death is not death, then, if it kills no part of us save that which hindered us from perfect life. Death is not death, if it raises us from darkness into light, from weakness into strength, from sinful- ness into holiness. Death is not death, if it brings us nearer to Christ, who is the fount of life. Death is not death, if it perfects our faith by sight, and lets us behold Him in whom we have be- lieved. Death is not death, if it gives to us those whom we have loved and lost, for whom we have lived, for whom we long to live again. Death is not death, if it rids us of doubt and fear, of chance and change, of space and time, and all which space and time bring forth, and then destroy. Death is not death ; for Christ has conquered death. _ charlej 17 ^ iWotton, action, Jf m&t &unfcap in Man is made to grow, not stop. _ Robert He who is silent is forgotten ; he who does not advance, falls back; he who stops is overwhelmed, distanced, crushed; he who ceases to grow greater, becomes smaller ; he who leaves off, gives up. / f Henri Frederic Amiel. If you stand still, you will be run over. Motion, action, progress these are the words which now fill the vaults of heaven with their stirring demands, and make humanity's heart pulsate with a stronger bound. Advance, or stand aside; do not block up the way, and hinder the career of others ; there is too much to do now to allow of inaction anywhere, or in any one. There is something for all to do; the world is becoming more and more known, wider in magnitude, closer in interest, more loving and more event- ful than of old, not in deeds of daring, not in the ensanguined field, not in chains and terrors, not in blood, and tears, and gloom, but in the leaping, vivifying, exhilarating impulses of a better birth of the soul. -Selected. | fr Brab men anb fctec fr &>econb &unbap in Have you ever read Coleridge's " Ancient Mariner" ? I dare say you have thought it one of the strangest imaginings ever put to- gether, especially the part where the old mariner represents the corpses of all the dead men rising up, all of them dead, yet rising up to manage the ship ; dead men pulling the ropes, dead men steer- ing, dead men spreading the sails. But, do you know, I have lived to see that. I have gone into churches, and I have seen a dead man in the pulpit, and a dead man as a deacon, and a dead man holding the plate at the door, and dead men sitting to hear. _ Charles Haddon Spurgeon. All the masterpieces of literature have been produced by " live men." They have been, in most cases, elaborated in the intervals of less congenial toils, in the pauses of dull drudgery, amidst neglect, anxiety and privation. They that have spread light through the world had often scarcely oil for the lamp by which they worked ; they that have left imperishable records of their mind, had little to support the body, and gave forth the incense in which their knowledge is embalmed " in self-consuming flames." William Mathew*. 19 CfjirJ) &unbap in fflap Some one once asked Kingsley what was the secret of his strong joyous life, and he answered, " I had a friend." Friendship is to be valued for what is in it, not for what can be gotten out of it. When two people appreciate each other be- cause each has found the other convenient to have around, they are not friends, they are simply acquaintances with a business under- standing. To seek friendship for its utility is as futile as to seek the end of a rainbow for its bag of gold. A true friend is always use- ful in the highest sense; but we should beware of thinking of our friends as brother-members of a mutual benefit association, with its periodical demands and threats of suspension for non-payment of due8 ' - Henry Clay Trumbull. " Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for a friend." This high-water mark has often been reached, men have given themselves to each other, with nothing to gain, with no self-interest to serve, and with no keeping back of the price. Hugh Black. ^ JMoto to iflabe Jf rienb* ^ Jfourtf) &unbap in To make and keep friends is the great art of life, yet the easiest and simplest thing in the world. Everybody desires friends ; though from shyness, or pride which is often the veil of shyness few are ready to meet us at half-way. But if we learn to ignore the thin films of diversity in training, station, interest and aim, and go straight to the heart of our fellow man, we are sure of finding a cordial response. _ -William DeWitt Hyde. O friend, my bosom cried, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red, All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, And is the mill-round of our fate, A sun-path in thy worth! Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair. Ralph Waldo Emerson. 2! Hooking Oiptoarb* ^ ;f iftf) feunbap in It is a good thing to believe, it is a good thing to admire. By continually looking upwards, our minds will themselves grow up- wards ; and as a man, by indulging in habits of scorn and contempt for others, is sure to descend to the level of what he despises, so the opposite habits of admiration and enthusiastic reverence for excellence impart to ourselves a portion of the qualities we admire. _ Matthew Arnold. Might I give counsel to any young man, I would say to him, try to frequent the company of your betters. In books and in life, that is the most wholesome society. Learn to admire rightly; the great pleasure of life is that. Note what great men admire; they admire great things. Narrow spirits admire basely and worship meanl y- - William Makepeace Thackeray. 22 ^ mountain-top foment* ^ Jf trat gwnbap in 3Tune We have our mountain-top moments, when vision is clear and wide, and it is easy to see straight and to appraise things at their true value; and the great realities, which are intangible and which generally we cannot get hold of, now tal^e hold of us, and all that is best in us becomes alert and strong ; and it seems to us that we can never again be mastered by a mean motive. And then gradu- ally and all unconsciously we sink back to the old level, the vision becomes only a memory, and life is again mere commonplace; our horizon has contracted ; the realities of life are again the things which can be weighed and measured, bought and sold, and perhaps the cry of appetite or passion drowns the " still small voice " and our lower self has gained the upper hand. _ T . i o How exalting are the mountains and how humbling! How lonely and how comforting! How awesome and how kindly! How relentless and how sympathetic ! Reflecting every mood of man they add somewhat to his nobler stature and diminish some- what his ignoble self. _ Ra)ph Connor fELLJr: IF ^ Creebflf ^ &econb in June No denomination believes in any creed except its own. -Henry Ward Beecher. Some people seem to think that it is bad for any man to have definitely accepted a religious belief in which he proposes to live and die, which he never expects to change. It is the loose popular feeling against creeds. " Have your creeds," says, in substance, one of our teachers, " if you must, but build them like birds* nests, to be used only this year." _ _ pyiip$ ^^ Religion is not an acceptance of a creed, or a burden of com- mandments, but a personal secret of the soul, to be attained each man for himself. Hugh Black. The man with a good life and a bad creed is better than a man with a good creed and a bad life. D D . , K. P. Johnson. in " All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.*' The Golden Rule may be said to have existed always and to be a part of all religions. Sixteen hundred years before the birth of Jesus there ran an Egyptian vale to the dead : " He sought for others the good he desired for himself. Let him pass on." A century later, when the Hindu kingdoms were being established along the Ganges, it was written : " The true rule in business is to guard and do the things of others as they do by their own." The Greeks in 1 070 B. C. came yet nearer the wording of Jesus, with : " Do not that to thy neighbor which thou would take ill from him." Confucius in 55 1 B. C. advised : ;< What you would not wish done to yourself do not unto others." At the first Buddhistic Council, 477 B. C., the Scribes almost duplicated the advice of Egypt's priests, writing : " One should seek for others the happiness one desires for oneself." A century and a half before Christ the law of Rome once more repeated the theme : " The law imprinted on the hearts of all men is to love the members of society as them- selves." When Alexander of Macedon marched into Persia 334 B. C., did he not find there before him the Zoroastrian precept, " Do as you would be done by " ? Finally, Mohammed gave yet another expression to it, for the Koran instructs : " Let none of you treat his brother in a way in which he himself would dislike to be treated." Selected. ^ 3ta tfje Hrong Sole ffr Jfourtf) &unbap in 3fane If we choose to represent the various parts in life by holes in a table, of different shapes, some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong, and the persons acting these parts by bits of wood of similar shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the oblong into the triangular, while the square person has squeezed himself into the round hole. Sydney Smith. There is hardly a poet, artist, philosopher, or man of science mentioned in the history of the human intellect whose genius was not opposed by parents, guardians, or teachers. - Edwin Percy Whipple. God plants us where we grow. It is not because a bud is bom At a wild brier's end, full i the wild beast's way, We ought to pluck and put it out of reach On the oak-tree top, say, " There the bud belongs ! " Robert Browning. ^ ^ur Ration ^ Jf trt in 3Tulp My Fathers and Brethren, this is never to be forgotten that New England is originally a plantation of religion, not a plantation _ John Higginson. Our nation is that one among all the nations of the earth which holds in its hands the fate of the coming years. We enjoy exceptional advantages, and are menaced by exceptional dangers; and all signs indicate that we shall either fail greatly or succeed greatly. I firmly believe we shall succeed ; but we must not foolishly blink at the dangers by which we are threatened, for that is the way to fail. On the contrary, we must soberly set to work to find out all we can about the existence and extent of every evil, must acknowledge it to be such, and must then attack it with unyielding rcsolurion - -Theodore Roosevelt * * * That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. _ 27 39P w anh n God said, " I am the End And the Beginning." " Ah, God/* I said, " the middle way Where I stand sinning." God said, " I am the Light, Darkness is mine." " Alas," I said, " the twilit hour Before sunshine." God said, " All wise I came Even as a child." " Ah, God," I said, " the years between When youth runs wild." God said, " In joy I come, And rime of tears." " Alas, the hours of vague regrets And vaguer fears." God said, " Who seeks to see My face shall find." " Have pity, Lord, look down, Mine eyes are blind " _ tn One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, " A litde less time than you want." That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you would think you would like to get done before you go to bed. _ _ Helen Hunt Jackson One of the secrets of happiness is found in the habitual emphasis of pleasant things, and the persistent casting aside of all malign elements. Men make their own world. We have read of a horticulturist who could not walk through a flower garden, and see a rose-bush covered with blossoms, without searching until he found at least one blighted leaf. There are men who cannot look upon a great picture without scrutinizing every inch of the canvas for some light or shade to criticize, and afterward they recall only the blemish. Yet there never was a tree so beautiful that it did not have one broken bough. There never was a book so wise but that it had one untruth or overstatement. Even Helen's brow held one litde blemish. Scientists tell us there are spots on the sun. Newell Dwight Hillis. *& Superfluity >J< Jfourti) &tmbap in Julp The malady of the age is overaccumulation. It is the engine clogged by the fuel ; the mill-race stopped by the flood. One has too much of everything. The homes of the wealthy are not merely decorated and furnished ; they are fairly transformed into museums of works of art, virtue, bric-a-brac. And all the pleasures, privi- leges, and demands of life are multiplied till that which should be a joy is, instead, a drudgery. There is too much to read, too much to see, too much to do, too many letters and notes in the way of private and personal correspondence to write, too much to eat, too much apparel to keep in order and look after, too many demands and complications of life in every form. _ Ufau Whitin They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that Starve with nothing ; it is no mean happiness therefore To be seated in the mean ; superfluity comes sooner by White hairs ; but competence lives longer. Shakespeare. ^ fctoo >orlb* ^ Jfirst &unbap in * There are two worlds : the world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination. The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn! William Wordsworth. &econb n Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness ; on the confines of two everlasting hostile empires, Necessity and Freewill. Thomas Carl lc " Peace, be still," we may say with assurance to everything in our being which offers resistance to the Spirit; and, when we thus speak, the lower self will know intuitively that we speak with authority. The soul is capable of becoming absolute master of all else that is in us ; and its supremacy shall become a living fact if only we cease to fight and to struggle ; if we give up forever the attempt to crush the old man in us, and resolutely affirm the power and purity of the new. -Horatio W. The Search. None could tell me where my Soul might be; I searched for God, but God eluded me ; I sought my Brother out, and found all three. Ernest Crosby. 32 SJnbictua unbap in Anger is like the waves of a troubled sea ; when it is cor- rected with a soft reply, as with a little strand, it retires, and leaves nothing behind but froth and shells, no permanent mischief. Jeremy Taylor. To be angry about trifles is mean and childish ; to rage and be furious is brutish ; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils ; but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine. - Isaac Watts. Anger and worry are like echoes ; they do not exist until we call them, and the louder we call, the louder is their response. We can never drown them ; yet, if left alone, they drown themselves. Horace Fletcher. When a man is wrong and won't admit it, he always gets *>^" Thomas Chandler Haliburton. 35 &>toeat of tfje JBroto ^ in feeptemher :f irgt To turn night into day or Sunday into a work-day is the best way to have neither time nor capacity for work. _ ^j ^ He that would enjoy life and act with freedom must have the work of the day continually before his eyes. Not yesterday's work, lest he fall into despair ; not to-morrow's, lest he become a vision- ary not that which ends with the day, which is a worldly work ; nor yet that only which remains to eternity, for by it he cannot shape his actions. _ _j clafk Maxwel| . All true work is sacred ; in all true work, were it but true hand-labor, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in Heaven. Sweat of the brow ; and up from that to sweat of the brain, sweat of the heart ; which includes all Kepler calculations, Newton meditations, all sciences, all spoken epics, all acted heroism, martyrdoms up to that " agony of bloody sweat" which all men have called divine. Thomas Carlyle. I ^ fetrengtrj ano Courage ^ ,, &econb feuntmp in September Strength and courage are inseparable, and the injunction to be strong is nearly equivalent to the injunction to be courageous. " Be strong'* can only mean " Rally the strength you have.** " Be courageous '* means " Concentrate your strength against danger or _ -Lewi.O.Brartow. Be strong I We are not here to play, to dream, to drift, We have hard work to do, and loads to lift Shun not the struggle ; face it. Tis God's gift. Be strong ! Say not the days are evil who's to blame ? And fold the hands and acquiesce O shame ! Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name. Be strong ! It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day how long, Faint not, fight on ! To-morrow comes the song. Maltbie Davenport BabcocL ^ tEfje SSBorib'a iWtrror ^ &unbap in September Believe me, the world is a mirror, it reflects back to you the face you present to it, and you get out of the world just what you put into it. If you make no effort to let it know what you have done it makes no effort to find out what you have done. Is not this the just working of law ? If you make no action, there will be no re-action. If you do not sing out, can you get an echo ? Dorothy Quigley. Man's soul is like a mirror, and the placing Is all according to his individual will ; He may the glass to Heaven or Hell have facing, And faithfully will be reflected good or ill. _ - Norma K. Bright Children are given to us as a mirror, in which we may behold modesty, courteousness, benignity, harmony, and other Christian virtues, the Lord himself declaring, " Unless ye be converted and become as little children ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven - Johann Amos Comenius. Jf ourtf) gwnbap in September m 3li There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave, There are souls that are pure and true ; Then give to the world the best you have, And the best shall come back to you. Give love, and love to your heart will flow, A strength in your utmost need ; Have faith and a score of hearts will show Their faith in your word and deed. For life is the mirror of king and slave, Tis just what you are and do ; Then give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you. Madeline S. Bridges. Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights, A brief wherein all marvels summed lie, Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store, Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more. Robert Southwell El Jf tr*t feunbap tit (October An evil-speaker differs from an evil-doer only in .the want of opportunity. Quintilian. When the tongue of slander stings thee, let this be thy com- fort : They are not the worst fruits on which the wasps alight. Gottfried Augustus Burger. The flying rumours gathered as they roll'd, Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too. Alexander Pope. What we call tact is the ability to find before it is too late what it is that our friends do not desire to leam from us. It is the art of withholding, on proper occasions, information which we are quite sure would be good for them. _ Samue , McChor{J ^^ There's so much bad in the best of us And so much good in the worst of us, That it hardly behooves any of us To talk about the rest of us. Selected <0 *fr olben ^timers; ^ s>cconb &unbap in (October " Speech is silver and Silence is golden/* Among the golden silences are : First, the Silence of Knowledge, which does not speak or argue, because it knows ; and therefore there is no more to be said. Second, the Silence of Ignorance, which neither speaks nor argues, because it does not know ; and therefore has no right to say anything at all. Third, the Silence of Forgiveness, which puts the pardoned offense behind its back and never refers to it again ; uttering no word of reproach or regret, but leaving the dead past to bury its dead in a nameless and forgotten grave. Fourth, the Silence of Patience, which suffers long and is kind, and can possess its soul until the daybreak, be the night never so long. Fifth, the Silence of Endurance, which never complains nor bemoans its fate, however hardly the stars fight against it. Sixth, the Silence of Peace, that silence which keeps un- uttered the word which it knows would produce hatred, argument and loud discussion, and which might separate very friends. Ellen Thomeycroft Fowler. Efjirb gmnbap in <>ctofaer To be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars ; to be satisfied with your possessions, and not content with yourself until you have made the best of them ; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness ; and to fear nothing except cowardice ; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts ; to covet nothing that is your neighbor's except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manners ; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends, and every day of Christ ; and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit, in God's out-of-doors these are little guide-posts on the foot-path to peace. _ - Henry Van Dyke. People are always expecting to get peace in heaven : but you know whatever peace they get there will be ready-made. What- ever making of peace they can be blest for must be on the earth here. John Rusltin. Brab Utabf * Jfourtf) &>unbap tn (October I walked alone upon the cold, hard ground, While many a fluttering leaf around me lay ; For like my former self they too were gay With blossoms, and once with hope abound. Now at my feet their wrinkled forms were found, The sole survivors of yon summer day ; And as I trod this sere and yellow way, My spirit leafless like the trees and bound A captive to despair, lo ! o'er this horde Of sportive leaves like elfish sprites on wing The October sun shone out, as if to sing Of highest hope and speak the cheering word, " Lift up your hearts, O men, unto your King ! " I said, " We lift them up unto the Lord ! " William Wilberforce Newton. O what a glory does this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Simple Htfe &unbap in J^ofaember A man is simple when his chief care is the wish to be what he ought to be ; that is, honestly and naturally human. We may compare existence to raw material. What it is matters less than what is made of it, as the value of a work of art lies in the flowering of a workman's skill. True life is possible in social con- ditions the most diverse, and with natural gifts the most unequal. It is not fortune or personal advantage, but our turning them to account, that constitutes the value of life. Fame adds no more than does length of days ; quality is the thing. _ Charles Wagner. I do believe in simplicity. It is astonishing as well as sad how many trivial affairs even the wisest man thinks he must attend to every day ; how singular an affair he thinks he must omit When the mathematician would solve a difficult problem, he first frees the equation of all encumbrances, and reduces it to its simplest terms. So simplify the problem of life, distinguish the necessary and the real. Probe the earth to see where your main roots run. Henry David Thoreau. >eeonb &unbap in There is a certain artificial polish, a commonplace vivacity, acquired by perpetually mingling in the beau monde, which, in the commerce of the world, supplies the place of a natural suavity and good humour, but is purchased at the expense of all original and sterling traits of character. By a kind of fashionable discipline, the eye is taught to brighten, the lip to smile, and the whole counte- nance to irradiate with the semblance of friendly welcome, while the bosom is unwarmed by a single spark of genuine kindness and good-will _ _ Washington Irving . It is an ugly world. Offend Good people, how they wrangle, The manners that they never mend, The characters they mangle ! They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod, And go to church on Sunday, And many are afraid of God And more of Mrs. Grundy. Frederick Locker. 45 Contentment If in J&toember Let us learn to be content with what we have. Let us get rid of our false estimates, set up all the higher ideals a quiet home ; vines of our own planting ; a few books full of the inspiration of a genius ; a few friends worthy of being loved and able to love us in turn ; a hundred innocent pleasures that bring no pain or sorrow ; a devotion to the right that will never swerve; a simple religion empty of all bigotry, full of trust and hope and love and to such a philosophy this world will give up all the empty joy it has. _ David Swing. Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. Robert Greene. 46 II ^ tEfranhagtomg ^ ""] |= Jfourtf) &unbap in J^obemfcer I thank Thee, Lord, that I am straight and strong, With wit to work and hope to keep me brave ; That two-score years, unfathomed, still belong To the allotted life Thy bounty gave. I thank Thee that the sight of sunlit lands And dipping hills, the breath of evening grass That wet, dark rocks and flowers in my hands Can give me daily gladness as I pass. I thank Thee that I love the things of earth Ripe fruits and laughter lying down to sleep, The shine of lighted towns, the graver worth Of beating human hearts that laugh and weep. I thank Thee that as yet I need not know, Yet need not fear, the mystery of the end ; But more than all, and though all these should go Dear Lord, this on my knees ! I thank thee for my - Juliet Wilbur Toropkins. * Cfiaritp ^ Jftf tt) feunbap in Jlobember In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is Charity. _ Alexander Pope. The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall ; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall ; but in charity there is no excess, neither can angel nor man come in danger by it. _ Francis Bacon. Charity seeks to smooth down the rough places of living, to bridge the chasms of human sin and folly, to find the heart-hungry, to give strength to the struggling, to be tender with human weak- ness, and greatest of all, it means obeying the Divine injunction: " Judge not." _ _ WiUiam George Jofdan * * * With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right. Abraham Lincoln. 48 & (Cl)t unlitp of JHert? >J< Jftrst &unbap in JBecember There are more people in the world who love mercy, and they are having better success in making their spirit prevail. More is being done today to prevent and mitigate human suffering, to shelter and protect the weak and helpless, to minister wisely to the sick and wounded in body and in mind, than ever before in the history of mankind. _ _ Henfy Van fc 2fll The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed : It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptered sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings ; It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Shakespeare S gwnbap in Becem&er Music is undoubtedly the one earthly science which seems to open widest to our imagination the doors of heaven, " On golden hinges moving." Canon Farrar. God is its author, and not man ; he laid The keynote of all harmonies ; he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so that we could hear and understand. John Gardiner Brainard. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full voiced quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes. John Milton. Why should the devil have all the good tunes ? - Rowland HilL 50 fctotet JBeU* >& (Ti)trti &>unbap in December The church-bells, with various tones, but all in harmony, were calling out, and responding to one another : " It is the Sabbath ! The Sabbath ! Yea, the Sabbath ! " and over the whole city the bells scattered the blessed sounds, now slowly, now with livelier joy, now one bell alone, now all the bells together, crying earnestly : 44 It is the Sabbath ! " and flinging their accents afar off, to melt into the air, and pervade it with the holy word. _ Nathaniel Hawthorne. Sweet bells, that in your belfry swarm, Like bees close-clustered in the hive, Your music hath some faery charm, Futile and frail and fugitive. Sad little bells, whose sounds come hoarse With use of centuries of years, Like heart-beats broken by remorse, Of voices tremulous with tears, The old world, in your wandering notes, Upon the days forgotten dotes. _ Selected * fje Spirit of gibing ^ Jf ourtf) feunbap in December When the Three Wise Men rode from the East into the West on that " first, best Christmas night," they bore on their saddle- bows three caskets filled with gold and frankincense and myrrh to be laid at the feet of the manger-cradled Babe of Bethlehem. Be- ginning with this old, old journey, the spirit of giving crept into the world's heart. As the Magi came bearing gifts, so do we also, gifts that relieve want ; gifts that are sweet and fragrant with friend- ship ; gifts that breathe love ; gifts that mean service ; gifts inspired still by the star that shone over the City of David nearly two thousand years ago. _ Kale Douglas It was said of old in a vision of perfect peace that " a little child should lead them " ; and if we could feel the essence of Christ- mas joy it must be through the touch of children's hands and in unison with their happy hearts. Perhaps the radiance of the face of Him who was " in a manger laid '* is yet reflected in their inno- cent e y es ' " C - ( Mrs. James Farley Cox ). |p &olben Carol 'HREE kings the King of Kings three gifts did bring, Myrrh, incense, gold as to Man, God, and King. Three holy gifts be likewise given by thee To Christ, even such as acceptable be ; For myrrha, tears ; for frankincense, im- part Submissive prayers ; for pure gold, a pure heart." Old Twelfth Night Carol