Not what seems fair, but what is true;
Not what we dream, but good we do—
These are the things that shine like gems,
Like stars, in Fortune's diadems.

Not as we take, but as we give;

Not as we pray, but as we live

These are the things that make for peace,
Both now and after Time shall cease.

CLARENCE URMY in the "OUTLOOK".

Used by special permission of the author;

THAT best portion of a good man's life— His little, nameless, unremembered acts

Of kindness and of love.

WORDSWORTH.

THE test of your Christian character should be that you are a joy-bearing agent to the world.

BEECHER.

NOTHING is so strong as gentleness,
Nothing so gentle as real strength.

ST. FRANCIS DE SALES.

SYMPATHY

"Tis a little thing

To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,

May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarian juice
Renews the life of joy in happier hours.-
It is a little thing to speak a phrase
Of common comfort which by daily use
Has almost lost its sense, yet on the ear

Of him who thought to die unmourned 'twill fall
Like choicest music.

From "Ion". SIR THOMAS TALFOURD.

TRUE worth is in being, not seeming,
In doing, each day that goes by,
Some little good; not in dreaming
Of great things to do by and by.
For whatever men say in blindness,
And spite of the fancies of youth,
There's nothing so kingly as kindness,
And nothing so royal as truth.

ALICE CARY.

WE often do more good by our sympathy than by our labors.

CANON FARBAR.

I WANT it to be said of me by those who know me best that I have always plucked a thistle and planted a flower in its place wherever a flower would grow.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN.

COURAGE

COURAGE is a virtue that the young cannot spare; To lose it is to grow old before the time;

It is better to make a thousand mistakes and suffer a thousand reverses than to run away from the battle; Resignation is the courage of old age; it will arrive in its own season, and it is a good day when it comes

to us.

Then there are no more disappointments, for we have learned that it is even better to desire the things that we have than to have the things that we desire.

HENRY VAN DYKE.

Courtesy of Charles Scribner's Sons.

DAILY NEED

ABOVE all, that I may not be a coward! That I may have courage-courage to be unmoved by the uncertainties of life, and without dread of loss, whether of friends, of health or of fortune. That I may come with a firm and tranquil mind to the work of this day,-fearing nothing-ready to meet bravely, failure or deprivation.

JOHN BRISBIN WALKER.

I HAVE learned that mistakes can often be set right, that anxieties fade, that calamities have sometimes a compensating joy, that an ambition realized is not always pleasurable, that a disappointment is often

of itself a rich incentive to try again. One learns to look over troubles, instead of looking into them, one learns that hope is more unconquerable than grief.

ARTHUR C. BENSON.

LIFE, like war, is a series of mistakes, and he is not the best Christian nor the best General who makes the fewest false steps. He is the best who wins the most splendid victories by the retrieval of mistakes. Forget mistakes; organize victory out of mistakes.

F. W. ROBERTSON.

If it is not right, do not do it; if it is not true, do not say it.

MARCUS AURELIUS.

WORTH THINKING OF

IF we sit down at set of sun

And count the things that we have done,
And counting find

One self-denying act, one word

That eased the heart of him who heard,

One glance most kind,

That fell like sunshine where it went,

Then we may count the day well spent.

NOT what I am, but what I do, is my kingdom.

MERRIMAN.

A HOME BLESSING

THE beauty of the home is Order: the blessing of the home is Contentment: the glory of the home is Hospitality: the crown of the home is Godliness: the foundation of the home is Love.

From the German.

Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the places you can,

At all the times you can,

As long as ever you can.

JOHN WESLEY.

THE HEART'S DOOR

OPEN the door of your heart, my friend,
Heedless of class or creed,

When you hear the cry of a brother's voice,
The sob of a child in need.

All the fadeless flowers that bloom
In the realms of song and art
Are yours, if you'll only give them room:
Open the door of your heart.

To the shining heavens that o'er you bend
You need no map or chart,