Our common, daily life divine,
And every land a Palestine.

Through the harsh noises of our day
A low, sweet prelude finds its way;
Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear
A light is breaking, calm and clear.

Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more
For olden time and holier store;

God's love and blessing then and there,
And now, and here, and everywhere.

WHITTIER.

The World Growing Better.

The hours are growing shorter for the millions who are toiling,

And the homes are growing better for the millions yet

to be;

And the poor shall learn the lesson, how that waste and sin are spoiling

The fairest and the finest of a grand humanity.

It is coming! It is coming! And men's thoughts are growing deeper.

They are giving of their millions as they never gave before;

They are learning the New Gospel-man must be his brother's keeper,

And right, not might, shall triumph, and the selfish -SARAH K. BOLTON.

rule no more.

Condensed Comments.

Too sub le for complaint, subdued for tears,

The grief which makes that chastened face so pale
And thins the air those patient lips inhale;

Yet that meek grief some holy solace hears,

A far-off hope the enduring spirit cheers,

For "Heaven has promised peace, though all the world should fail." FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS.

Hast thou that hope which fainting doth pursue ?
No saint but hath pursued and hath been faint.
Bid love wake hope, for both thy steps shall speed-
Still faint yet still pursuing, O thou saint!

CHRISTINA ROSSETTI.

There is no blast, howe'er so fierce it blows,
Across wild moorlands leaguered fast by snows,
That does not bear the presage of a time
The thrush will carol in the heart of June.

CLINTON SCollard.

HUMILITY.

The Way to Heaven.

Christ comes in where there is humility. Along this humility, this flatness, this prostration of soul, as along a broad, sweeping avenue, the King of Glory rides in triumph into the human soul. Are we prostrate before Him? Has it come to this at last, that all our quibblings and all our questionings are silenced, and we are standing before the mighty Savior-never mightier, perhaps, than when here He stood clothed in His meekness and

in all His gracious condescension? Oh, has it come to this, that we have lain down before Him and said:

"I

am not worthy"? To this man will I look: To him that is humble and of a contrite heart, and who trembleth at My word." If you want a short road to Heaven, that is the road—lie down. That is why some of us are so long coming at salvation--because it needs humility. My brother, let the man who loves your soul as you do not love it yourself tell you the truth right to your face. It is because humility precedes salvation that, in the case of some of us, salvation is so indefinitely postponed. The pride of hell is in some hearts before me now. May Christ overcome it while we preach.-MCNEill.

The Roman Centurion.

The grand thing about this man, proud Roman though. we might call him, was his humility. "I am not worthy," and he went down, and down, and down, in tone and speech. "I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my roof. Speak the word only." Toss a coin to this poor beggar out of your abundance, and it will be received most thankfully. Do not be deflected from your course to come to poor creatures like me and my slave. Speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed." Oh, for the tongues of men and angels! Oh, for the power of God Himself, with one great swoop to bring from the pedestal of their pride, their headiness, their high-mindedness and damnable indifference, men and women here, and humble them at the blessed feet of the Son of God! No wonder that the man got his blessing

as quickly as the Almighty Savior could send it. I knew that--I was going to say-before I read it. I knew before I came to the end what would happen to that man, who stands "with bated breath and whispering humbleness" before Jesus and says: "I am not worthy. Oh, I am so far off!"--MCNEILL.

IMMORTALITY.

The Immortality of Influence.

We scatter seeds with careless hand,

And dream we ne'er shall see them more;
But for a thousand years

Their fruit appears,

In weeds that mar the land,

Or healthful store.

The deeds we do, the words we say,
Into still air do seem to fleet;
We count them ever past,
But they shall last.

In the dread judgment they

And we shall meet.

I charge thee by the years gone by,

For the love's sake of brethren dear,
Keep thou the one true way

In work and play,

Lest in that world their cry

Of woe thou hear.

-KEBLE.

THE FIRST EASTER DAWN."-From the Painting by Thompson.