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I. Anything gained by sin is a dead loss. ile who has never failed has never- half suc- ceeded. Tears never yet wound up a clock, or worked a steam engine.—Dickens. History.—The development of the possibilities latent in human nature.—Luthardt. In a position said to involve a choice between two evils, I hold that men should choose neither.—Bishop Ridding. Why do we so willingly speak and talk one with another, when, notwithstanding, we seldom return to silence without hurt of conscience? Alcchol stands far beyond any other factor as a cause of insanity, and worry is responsible for an enormous amount of drinking.—A. W. Saleeby. The struggle toclimb to a higher place in life has strength and dignity in it, and cannot fail to leave us stronger for the effort, even though we miss the prize. This world we're a livin' in Is mighty hard to beat. For you get a thorn with every rose, But ain't the roses sweet? Find your centre, learn to know your home in God and what He is doing with you, and you can safely let the great world go on, and let Nature's organism right all wrongs and heal all hurts.—W. H. Dresser. Intuition.—Comprehension of a new nature, of ft superior order, which explains everything without effort, to which everything is clear, but which it cannot communicate by words to the reason of another.—Vinet. Through light and dark, through rain and shine, the carrier pigeon holds its course straight homeward. So life's true aim may be won, whatever of failure checks our business, or what- ever of sorrow mars our happiness.—R. P. Johonnot. There is a beautiful ministry in music. It one of the great forces in the world. The child tinge while it is doing its work. The mother sings her lullaby to her babe while it is gently closing its eyes in sleep. We should be careful what we teach our children to sing. For while good impressions remain with them evil impressions remain too. If they hear eoarse and impure songs the words will sink into their hearts, and they will never be able to uiilearn them. But good and sweet words dr-ev mav safely hear. They will never do them Liara, they may do them more good than w. vei know'of.—liev. C. L. Drawbridge. When Robert Browning wrote his wonderful poem. "The Ting and the Book," it was the re- sult of ye nr.5 of previous study, to which he had Veil incited by an old law report printed in a i.tt.e vellov; book, and found in a second-hand f-hor). The poet delved in the apparent rubbish, heap of an all-but-forgotten case, and from in- cidents that had happened hundreds of years earlier, brought forth the pure gold of an im- mortal epic. The patient toil of days and nights is in that splendid verse, and no doubt many a ime hand and brain were weary while the poet "oiled. Yet it was the labour that he loved. The work we love may be drudgery, but it is drudgery illuminated and glorified. The weakness of our present position does not lie in the inadequacy of our definitions, but in he deadly fallacy of putting definition first and character second, for it is written, If any man will do His will, he shall know of the doctrine whether it be of God." The great majority of mankind have for centuries done everything with the Moral TInle of the Gospel except obey it. They have read it aloud in their churches and their homes; they have enshrined it in a magnificent system of worship; they have glossed and commented it till it bears a sus- picious resemblance to the code which they find most profitable and convenient; they have shaped and turned it to fit into a corner of an otherwise pagan existence.—The Rev. J. H. F. Peile. The human race is still in its infancy. Up to the present moment, with a few grand excep- tions. man has lived mostly an animal existence. The brute is only partially educated out of him. He has not yet "evolved that superb character, that diviner man, foreshedowed in the beast. How few people get anything more than a mere glimpse of the true glory of life! Few of us see any real sentiment in life or anything above the real animal existence and animal pleasures. :,>ost of us look upon our occupation as a dis- agreeable necessity that somehow or other ought to have been and might have been avoided. The trouble with many of us is that we think too meanly of ourselves. Our sordid aims, and material, selfish ambitions have so lowered our standards that we think downwards instead of upwards, we grovel instead of soar. Our lives are materialistic, selfish, greedy, because we live in the base of our brains, down amosg the brute faculties. We have never explored to any great extent the upper regions of our brain, never developed our higher intelligence. If there is a sad thing- in the world, it is the spectacle of the men and women who, in their wad scramble for wealth, have crushed out of Iheir lives sentiment and the love of all that is beautiful and sublime. The very process by which they seek to win the means of enjoyment kills the faculties by which t'aey can enjoy, so that when the average man gets his wealth he is shocked to find that all appreciation of the beau- tiful in Nature, in art, in literature, has been strangled, paralysed. He finds himself with plenty of money, but without the power of enjoyment, for the enjoying side of his nature is dead. He finds to his sorrow that the strain- ing, striving life is also a starving one. But why should he be surprised at the death of the finer sensibilities, the appreciation of beauty and love? Would he expect that his businef;s ability, his executive ability, would remain strong nd vigorous and ready for action if thev had not been exercised for a quarter of a half of a century ? He knows that in his busi- ness or professional life lie must keep his facul- ties exercised or they will lose their power. But somchow the young man seems to think when he starts in this strenuous life, in his quest for wealth, that the tenderer sides of his nature, the sentimental, friendly, and aesthetic sides, which aonreciate and love beauty, will remain fl"f"JI and vigorous during all the years without siv"r_g them a thought until he gets ready to ?::e' them at fifty or sixty, after he has made his fortune. This is contrary to Nature's lav;, which is "Use or lose." She gives us all ive ask for. be it muscle, brain, or a sense of the beautiful and ihe sublime, but we must it, or she will take it away from ue.-O. S. harden. Most of us are bunglers in our conversation, because we do not make an art of it; we do not take the trouble or pains to learn to talk well. We do not read enough or think enough. Most I Jf us express ourselves in sloppy, slip-shod English, because it is so much easier to do so than it is to think before we speak, to make an effort to express ourselves with elegance, es", uid power. I