HARMAND COLLECE LIBRARY FROM THE LIBRARY OF 11427.54 Copyright, 1890, UNIVERSITY PRESS: THE DAY'S MESSAGE. January 1. THE number of years is hidden. - JOB XV. 20. FOR a thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday when it is passed, and as a watch in the night. Ps. xc. 4. WELL I know That unto him who works and feels he works, ASIA, Europe, are corners of the universe; all the sea is a drop in the universe; Athos a little clod of the universe; all the present time is a point in eternity. All things are little, changeable, perishable. MARCUS AURELIUS. HE that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. REV. xxi. 7. TAKE, ye devouring days, the gold of youth, the desired things, Leave ye but Sorrow white-robed here by the feet dearly loved. She, the priestess, shall lead us, companion of evening and morning, Till the one morning awake, leaving not shadow or night. Too short a century of dreams, M ANNIE FIElds. One day of work sufficient length; Why should not you, why should not I, CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. WE school ourselves to despise human nature. But God did not make us despicable. And I say, whatever end He meant us for, He must have some such thrill of joy in our adequacy to fate as a father feels when his son shows him self a man. When I think what we can be if we must, I can't believe that the least of us shall finally perish. WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS. EVERY valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. ISA. xl. 4. IF the ways of man shall my spirit vex, Then shall the dayspring come back to thee." ROSE TERRY COOKE. LET us pursue our child's play while we are children, but do not let us be engrossed by it; and if our baby-houses and castles fall to pieces, do not let it grieve us over-much. When the evening comes, and we must needs seek shelter, we shall not be able to find it in any such make-believe dwellings, but only in our Father's house. SAINT FRANCIS DE SALES. FOR we are made partakers of Christ if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast unto the end. — HEB. ii. 14. So to the soul that knows Thy love, O Purest, And all the babble of life's angry voices Dies in hushed stillness at its sacred door. Far, far away the noise of passion dieth, OUR devout beliefs are not built, as we suppose, upon the dry strand of reason, but ride upon the floods of our affections. JAMES MARTINEAU. |