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THOUGHTS FROM GREAT iUKDS. 'A susplcioua parent malies an artful child. Pleasure, when it is a man's chief pursue, hi. appoints itself. Life lies behind us as the quarry from :ce we £ et tiles and cope-stones i'or the uu toy oi to-day.—Emerson. He is h;i;.f»v nh s" circumstances ,'I t !:i* temper; but he is more happy who can suii 1m temper to any circumstances.—D. Burne. Truth is a very different thing from fact; it if the loving con tact of the soul with spiritual fact. vital and potent. It does i!ot work in the ,ou' independently of1 ait faculty or qo,Ji. I.- -n therefore s-ttiug it forth or defe-id:og it. 'iYjtl: in the inward parts is a I'JI.er. — ge Macdonald. Charles Kingsley thus ('ou!l,d¡.d a f ;Vnd: "Make a rule and pray to God to 11,'Ip you tc keep it, never, if possible, to lie dow.< at. n !It without being able to say, I have m ,de nf human being, at least, a little wiser, a 1; 1< happier, or a little better this day.' You wil1 find it easie- than you think, and pleas uitar." True greatness is in the chura-tsr, never in tha circumstances. No matter about wiivi'ig a crown, make sure that you have a hoad worthy ol wearing a crown. No matter about the J'U :.Ie. make sure that you have a heart worthy oi' the purple. No matter about a throne to sit < u. make sure that your life is i-egat in its own n. trinsic character that men will recognise the king in you, though you toii in the field or UllDE or serve in the lowliest place.—J. R. Miller. We talk of human life as a journey, but how variously is that journey performed! There are those who come forth girt, and shod, and ioa; ed, to walk on velvet la vns and smooth U rnices, where every gale is asrested and every beam is tempered. There are others who walk on the Alpine paths of life, against driving misery, a,lIl through stormy sorrows, over sharp aiHict on-t walk with bare lect and )1.1 ked breast, Jatlad and chilled.—Sydney Smith. We can know but little of the motives wid h impel the actions of another, but we ou lit to know something of those which control cur o .vn. Mingled and entangled as ih^ymav be, we f'an it least endeavour to dktiusjuish them, and to d\mU upon the most worthy and yield to their i i Sil- ence, thus discouraging and weaken iug "ile which are inferior and sellish. Such tea :Yunrs are even themselves transitory, for, when ci.eiishd perseveringly, they lead from obligation to desire, from duty to preference. The ought," con- stantly obeyed, merges into the wish, and what was once a self-restraint becomes a delight, l'rofessor Huxley, one of the most eminent men of science, pleading in the School P-oard for the Bible as the best source of the highest eluc.ifion for children, said that he knew of no other b ok in all the world's wi le literature, by which the reli- gious feeling, which is the essentia 1 ba?e of con- duct, could be kept up and he asked, By what other book could children be so humanised and made to feel that each figure in the historical procession fills, like themselves, but a momentary interval between the two eternities, and earns the blessings or curses of all time, according to its efforts to do good and hate evil, even as they alio are earning payment for their work." If we think of that vast distance over which Darwin conducts us, from the jelly-fish lying on the primeval beach, to man as we know him now, if we reflect that the prodigious change requ site to transform one into the other is made up of a chain of generations, each advancing by a minute variation from the form of its predecessor and if we further reflect that these successive changes are so minute that in the course ot our historical period-say, three thousand years—this progres- sive variation has not advanced by a single step perceptible to our eyes, in respect to man or the animals and plants with which man is familiar, we shall admit that for a change ef chain so vast, of which the smallest link is larger than our recorded history, the biologists are making no extravagant ilaim when they demand at least many hundred million years for the accomplishment of the itupendoua procesa.-Lord Salisbury. Nature tru!y be'ongs, not to those who own aer acres, but to those who love her. The farmer ? the squire may claim the field, but the landscape is mine. The rich man's paintings may hang in rooms which the peasant o-ay not enter, but at dawn and sunset God paints pictures nocking the efforts of human art, which the poorest may see for nothing. The modest boy in London looks up at the stars, and learns to wonder and rejoice, and is inly fed. The daisy and the cowslip do not avoid the fields where I poor men walk, or cottage children play. To the stonebreaker by the wayside the primrose nms down the coppice with its cup of gold and when the lark bursts into song, her palpitating neart reeks not whether peasant or peer are listening to the music. The light shines as iweetly and as daintily into the cottar's window as into my lady's casement, and the clambering roses look into it an if to say God loves you. ¡ Downes. It is a mistake to believe an unbeliever has no oelief. Examine the unbeliever's tenets, and it) will be found that the creed of those who have no I sreed is somewhat as follows: I believe there is out one God I believe there are many gods I believe there is no God. I believe not [in creation; j I believe in evolution the world was not created; it was created by chance it was created by a con- course of atoms; it always existed; it created itself. I I believe map has no soul; man is a beast; a beast has a soul; the soul dies with the body; every. thing dies; nothing dies; death is a blessing ieath is an evil I believe not in religion; natural religion is the only true religion; all religion is unnatural. I believe not in revelation; I believe in tradition; I believe in mythology I believe in spirit-rappings. I believe not in Moses, Isaiah, or Chriat; I believe in Osiris, Menu, Kriatna, Ormusd, Huddha, Zeus, Jupiter; also in I Zoroster, Sanchouiathou, Confucius, Pythagoras, Mahomet, Swedenborg, Joanna Southcote, and Joseph Smith. I believe not in the Bible; I I oelieve in the Chaster, the Vedas, Talmud, Zend A. vesta, Koran, Age of Reason, Davis's (Revela- rions, and the Book of Mormon. In short, I am Vthodox in every kind of hetefodoxy, and a firm believer in all unbelief.—E. P. Day. Chemista have detected no "spirit" escaping tike the white dove of Polycarp, from the mouth )f the dying. The telescope of Lord Rosse has reflected no gleam of the golden streets of a New Jerusalem in sun or moon, or through all the mmeasurahle galaxies of the sky. But we have come also to learn that it cannot be here, nor in such ways as these, that the great truth can be caught to us. Nay, if it could be so, it would lose all its sanctity, and Heaven itself," as has been said, would cease to be part of our religion, and become a branch of our geography." We must look elsewhere for the pledge of the soul's immortality in our trust in a God all good and arise we must find the resting place of our assur- ince that this world of mingled joy and sorrow, of imperfect good, and of evil yet unpurified, is not the be-all and end-all of His great design. In- directly modern science has helped us, for it has shown us that since the dawn of humanity, even when our forefathers yet struggled with the mammoth and the cave-bear in the wilderness of in uncultured world, the belief that "death was oot the end of man" had already sprung up, and amid the funeral caves of Aurignac, left us the I tokens that they had ceased to feed themselves, "like the brutes which perish."—Francis Power Cobbe. There are times in life when we are able to regard humanity from a higher than the habitual randpoint; times when the lines of prejudice that seem to be so ineffaceably traced grow dim, and when, as we regard the individual, we are able to take a truer view of his future and his past. Think of the love with which we look upon a little child we hold the tiny prophecy of life in our arms, we gaze upon the baby features so unformed, the helpless little hands, the mouth that is unable to articulate, and can only cry for succour; the dimpled cheeks untouched by Time's rude hand, and the soft form that seems as though it could nover develop the sinews that would enable it to contend against the enemies that await it in the battle of life and, whatever our opinions of poor, frail humanity may be, the hardest heart is melted, the sternest views are softened, and the iciest soul is warmed by the sigbt of that little child. We think of the struggle that lies before it, and the weariness of the way along which its little steps must wend, the here- ditary predispositions which already are its fate- ful heritage, the circumstances that will mould its career, the unknown dangers that it will face, and the chasms and pitfalls that will yawn before as it; and with our 1 tenderness is mingled a pro- found pity, as we look forward to the life that lies along the uplands of maturity to which the weary httle feet must climb,-—Lady Socaecseb