Fatigue.
Fatigue lowers all the faculties of
the body.
It puts a chasm between seeing and
acting.
It makes a break, somehow, between
the message that come into the brain
from the outside world and the mes-
sages that go out.
It destroys will power. Fatigue is
a destructive agent like sickness and
death.
It is a condition which in the na-
ture of things-we cannot avoid.
But it is important to know how to
deal with it if we wish to kdep bway
from important blunders. of
The only thing to do with Fatlghs is
to get rid of it as: soon as possible.
Import questions
cided when one is
York Press.
fatigued.—New
Women as Physicians.
In the list of admissions to
practice at the bar just made public
there is cone woman among the
more than 15) new attorneys.. Of the
ninety-two doctors of medicine passed
by the Stat> Board of Registration
ten are woman.
The alignment of the sexes in the
sais to be turning in
cf natural aptitude and
sympathetic dzvelopment. The prac-
tice of law is not a ccngenial occupa-
ion for women unless in exceptional
cases. Few have the temperament and
the disposition to find in it happi-
ness or achieve success.
On the land the healing art
offers to women a career in which
their natural intuitions and their deli-
cate perceptions constitute invaluable
aids to science.—Boston Post.’
entire
not
direction
+1 .
ether
cf a Kansas Chu
The first graduate from the
Kansas Unt y S8chcol of Law, Mrs.
Ella W. Brown, is now pastor of the
Congregational church at Powhattan,
Kan., having ‘saken the courts for
the ministry some years ago. She has
had her past: for four years and
has made a record for efficiency
a minister of Gospel, as she
also in the practice of law.
Mis, Browa was ordained as a min-
jster of the Congregationad church
April. 1905, snd was called to the
present past >» of the Powhattan
church in th vear. No revivals have
been held in her church since she took
charge, but ‘6 has been a steady
annual meombership and
prope.
The officers of Mrs. Brown's church
are BE women.—Topéka Capital.
Pastor urch.
£
rate
as
did
growtla in
The Art
art of 1
of Happiness.
The
ing pleased w
ple with great
are seldom happ
world, great { Or gre
seldom sat pl. TT} society leader,
with miilic her command and
the homage of iny men and women,
rarely knows the happiness that comes
unasked to the young wife or mother
in humbler circles, says Home Chat.
The possession of money decreases
the power of enjoyment. A child gets
more: pieasure out of a sixpenny toy
than a re does from a thou-
sand pount 1t, Sixpence has great-
er value to 1 than a thousand
has to the maire.. The joys of
life belong ¥ little people—the
quiet men and women who are satis-
fied to live their own lives and make
little mark the lives of others. It
is in the p« »r of the least of us to be
happy and to make others so.
ypiness consists in be-
little things. Peo-
>alth or great power
The leaders of the
eat women, are
ne
An Intr
By her intrepid journey of explora:
tion across the almost untrodden wills
of Labrador, Mrs. Leonidas Hubbard,
a Canadian lady who has recently come
to London, has once more demonstrat-
ed the courage with which a fragile.
gently nutured woman can brave hard-
ships and Saher which might well
daunt any man. For twelve years Miss
Constance Gerdon-Cumming wandered
over the earth from the ‘granite crags
of California” to the ‘fire fountains of
Hawaii,” climbing in the Himalayas
and penetrating into the heart of Chi-
na and Tibet Miss H. M. Kingsley
explored the Cameroon regions and
made herself quite at home abong
fierce gorillas and fiercer cannibals.
l.ady Baker, who was the first Euro-
pean to sight Albert Nyanza, thought
nothing of walking into the tent of an
Arab slaver antl fetching out the cap-
tives: while Miss Jane Moir, Mrs.
Jishop, Mrs. Marshall and others also
occupy honored places as explerers.—
Washington Gazette.
ep.d Explorer,
Future Wives.
A novel experiment in training girls
to manage a home is to be made in
London if the Education Committee
of the London County Council adopt a
scheme which has been submitted to
them.
The aim -<is to make the girls pro-
ficient in the domestic duties they
would have to perform as the wives
of artisans earning from 28s, to £3 a
week. In addition to washing, cook-
ing and cleaning and the general man-
agement of the home on a systematic
basis, they would be taught how “to
shop” in the most economical way.
At the beginning of each week a
certain sum would be set apart for
rent, rates, clothing, insurance, travel-
ing expenses, and for providing a fund
for “a rainy day.” The remainder
would be available for food and any
little luxuries that might be possi:
ble, says Home Chat,
must not be-.de-:
In order that the training may be
as practicable as possible, it is neces-
sary that the time occupied in attend-
ing to baby in most homes should not
be overlooked in the program of the
experimental home. It is proposed
each week, therefore, to undertake the
care of a -child belonging to a work-
ing class family in the neighborhood,
and in this way the girls would gain
further valuable experience.
Every piece of furniture and every
utensil would have the price paid for
it marked on it, so that the girls might’
have an idea of how much each article
can be bought for.
A College Woman’s Philosophy.
“If we could collect in one place at
the end of the college life every visible
result of the four years’ work,” said
a serious young woman yesterday, who
was graduated from well known col
lege last June, ‘‘we might fancy for
a moment that there was a great deal
more in thos2 books and papers than
there was left in our own minds; but;
then, as we realized afresh all the ful-
ness of college life we should feet that:
the best things gained were not those:
in the books and papers, but some-
where else. This last thought - would
be a much better one than the: frst,
because the only right and
place for everything that has been ac-
quired is not within the narrow limits
of notebooks, but present and ready in
the daily thoughts, and so influencing
them to affect continually the ac-
tual life.
as
“The women—and the men,too—who
use to the fullest that which they have
although this may be little, are in-
finitely wiser than they who go on
accumulating and piling up informa-
tion, with no coherent purpose nor
with any definite plan,” continues this
philosopher. “The trouble with a
great many neople in this world is
not that they are lacking in sufficient
brains, but that they do not know how
to use those they have. Waste is al-
ways unintelligent; and it is the worst
waste in the world to leave idle and
useless the faculties which are capa-
ble of being alert and helpful. That
this is a tendency with womankind—
even with college wemen—is only too
well knowr. An ilustration in point is
a comment of one of this year’s grad-
uates: ‘When I went home in the
spring vacation and heard my father
talking about strikes and labor unions
I tried to b2 intelligent and bring to
the fore all my training in econonlics;
but it was pitiful how much was in
my note books and how little in my
mind ready for use.
“Disconnected facts are only good
when they become significant, and they
only become significant when they as-
sume their proper places in the scheme
of living. The wisest people are they
who see life in its true proportion;
they can trace the origin, the relation-
ship and the meaning of events and
results in their daily life, ‘and all
things have a meaning for them.
These people are not always the ones
who have had the widest and best edu-
cation; they arc often hampered by
this very lack of mental training, but
they are not willing to rest until they
have found some answer {to their ques-
tionings. Therefore they ponder and
puzzle, put two and two together, un-
til finally they begin to find answers
and to interpret causes and results.
They work out their own philosophy,
which is, after all, the only philosophy
worth having!”"—New York Tribune,
achion Notes.
Black bLrocades spotted with colored
embroidered designs are seen again.
The new silks show no departure
from the soft, thin texture of last sea-
son,
iffon weight of velvet is quite
a weave as thin and soft
The ch
distanced by
as gauze.
silks brilliant combina-
and striped effects are
Among the
tions of color
conspicuous.
The open-mest linens arc the newest
weaves and much liked for
jumper dresses.
Scarfs of chiffon or. liberty are
twice passed around the waist and tied
in a great bow in the back.
One thing that women too often for-
get is that there is a becoming and an
unbecoming length for the sleeve.
Those who wear scarfs with their
tailored shirt-waists will have the pin
and the link buttons match in design.
The long cuff with the puff at the
top of the arm is one of the new and
sane sleeves seen in fashionable
gowns.
Among the stunning getups seen at
a recent fashionable lawn party was
a rose colored linen embroidered lav-
ishly and a leghorn hat trimmed with
pale blue and white feathers.
A tall woman with a sleeve that
looks as though it had started for the
wrist and given out before that point
had been reached has the look of hav-
img either out-grown her clothes or
run short of material.
A gray mousseline de soie gown
worn by an elderly woman at a wed-
ding was trimmed with a sort of drawn
work and fringe and was almost en-
tirely covered by a long coat of gray
embroidered net. The hat was trimmed
with poppies.
are
No Hurry.
Father—Jchn, the sun is up; come,
get out of bed!
John—That's all right, dad. The
sun's got farther to go than I have.—
Philadelphia Inquirer.
proper.
THE PUL®PIT.
AN ELOQUENT SUNDAY SERMON BY
THE REV. A. B. SIMPSON.
Subject: The Gospel of Tears.
New York City.—The famous head
of the Christian Alliance, the Rev. A.
B. Simpson, on Sunday preached a
notable sermon, having for its subject
“The Gospel of Tears.” The texts
were:
Jesus wept.—John 11:35.
And when He was come near He
beheld the city, and wept over it.—
Luke 19:41.
Who in the days of His flesh, when
He had offered up prayers and sup-
plications with strong crying and
tcars unto Him that was able to save
Him from death, and was heard in
that He feared.—Heb. 5:7.
Who has not wept? Weeping we
begin life as helpless babes and, amid
the tears of mourning friends, we
pass out to the grave. Tears are the
badges of sorrow. -How can they be
the expression of the Gospel, the glad
tidings of great joy and divine love?
And yet redemption has trans-
formed the curse into a blessing and
made a rainbow of our tears.
“Jesus wept.” This little phrase,
the shortest in the Bible, has more in
it than all the books that man has
written. A’ sihgle drop of ink could
write it, but all the world could net
contain its depths of love.
It tells me that my Redeemer is;
human. Tears are human and the
tears of Jesus proclaim Him my
Brothér and my Friend. He is the
great heroic Head of our fallen race.
One has come to us who is “bone of
‘our-bene” and “flesh of our flesh” and
has the right to represent us; who is
able to.right our wrongs and recover
our lost heritage of happiness and
blessing.
‘When God determined to save this
fallen world, He did not send some
mighty angel. He did not come in
His own awful deity; but He stooped
to become a man that He might meet
us in a gefitle human form of which
we should not be afraid: How the
Roman Catholic clings to the tender
sympathy of the virgin mother, but
we do not need even woman's oer
ness to introduc® us to the Father’
heart; for Jesus Christ, our Henly
has a heart both of woman and of
man. He has bezsn an infant child
like us. He has traversed every stage
of the pilgrimage of man from the
cradle to the grave. He has been
everywhere that we have been. He
has felt everything that we can feel.
He knows our nature. He bears our
name. He wears our humanity. And
for evermore the Head of this uni-
verse, the King of Kings, the Lord
of angels shall be a Man like us, our
Friend “that sticketh closer than a
brother.”
Oh, what a gospel of comfort we
find in the humanity of Christ. You
can come to Him to-nignt as
would to the gentlest friend, the most
intelligent father, the noblest man
vou ever knew; and though we have
sinned and gone far astray,-“He is
no* ashamed to call us brethren.”
They tell us that He is able to sym-
pathize with our sor He wept
thesa tesars for others. He
two breaking hearts before Him.
felt their agony! He groaned in spirit
and was troubled and at last He
broke down altogeiher and buist into
a flood of tears. How we thank Him
for those tears.
This salvaticn -is not all for the
yearly gates, the streets of goid and
the glorious Heaven that is coming
bye and bye. - We need a lot of it
down here in this broken-hea
world amid our poverty and pain, our
sickness and deaib,our broxen friend-
gning, our wrecked homes, our wrongs
and sorrows and, thank God, He has
it for us. He has experienced it and
He has not forgotten it and still in
His heavenly home we are told “He
is able to be touched with the feeling
of our infirmities.”
He was a child and has felt every
childish sorrow. He had the hard
struggle to support His mother at
Daath and He knows all about
ard work and hard times. He was
co and scorned and He under-
stands the sense of wrong and sting
of insult. He was deceived, betraved
and murdered and there is no wrong
or insult can come to us that He has
not borne and is still ready to bear
for us. Yes, He has felt the awful
weight of sin, for there was an hour
wien He sank under His Father's
wrath in punishment for the sins of
men.-— He knows the cloud of spir-
itual darkness. He knows the weak-
ness and agony of death and He ‘is
with us in it all. Blessed Friend,
how, we thank Cod for Christ and
wnat a gospel of love and sympathy
and help speaks to us through the
tears of Bethany. ?
The tears of Jesus tell us that He
understands our danger, our destiny
and our estate. He shed those tears
over the grave of Lazarus. They
meant much more than a sense of be-
reavement. He was not weeping be-
cause He had lost Lazarus. Heo was
not. weeping because the sisters at
Bethany had lost their brother. He
knew that Lazarus was coming forth
again in a little while and that the
sorrow would be forgotten in the glad
reunion. Oh, no, He saw deeper than
that. He saw in the grave of Lazarus
every grave that had been opened
and filled through earth’s forty cen-
turies and tha* would be filled in’ the
twenty centuries that have passed
since then. He saw all the horrors
and agonies of the battlefield, the
ocean wreck, the lingering deathbed,
the scourge of famine and pestilence
and the ravages of the king of terrors
with the millions and billions of vic-
tims that he has smitten in the past
six thousand years; and as He saw it
all, realized it all, and the vision
loomed in iurid horror before His
Omniscient eye, He realized the fear-
ful curse of sin and His heart broke
down in agony and Sorrow.
Nay more, He saw a sadder sight.
He saw a deeper grave. He saw the
sternal grave beyond all, that we be-
aold in death. He saw the death that
aever dies; the fire that never is
juenched; the yawning gulf of end-
less woe into which the sinful soul
must sink forever. It was the sight
>f that horror that had brought Him
from Heaven to earth. It was the
thought of man perishing in ever-
He
lasting darkness that had made Him |
you?
rted-
glad to live and suffer and die, and
as it all rose before Him as through
a glass in the tomb of Lazarus “Jesus
wept.”
Oh, that we might realize it as Ie
did.
Did Christ o'er sinners weep
And shall our tears be dry?
Christ never thought or spake of
eternal punishment in cold, hard
words. He did it with a breaking
heart. He did it with tenderness and
tears, but none the less He did it;
for none. knew so well as He that
eternal sin must bring eternal hell
and that all we know and fear of
death is but a paradise eompared
with that second death—
*..%®2 2 = whose pan
Oxtlasts the fleeting bh:
what eternal horrors hang
Oh, a the second death.
The tears of Jesus tell us of His
atonement. He did not come down
to earth fo weep in helpless sorrow
but to rise in almighty strength
against our - oom rand rescue. us
from it. -
When Hercules came to the place
where the helpless virgin lay bound
upon the rock and the dragon was
coming tqQ devour her, her parents
and all around. were frantic with
tears, but Hercules cried, “This is no
time for tears; this hour is for res-
cue,” and he slew the dragon and
saved the maiden.
So Jesus came, not merely to weep
but to help, and by His own tears and
His own agony and His ewn blood to
meet our peril and our penalty and
save us from eternal sorrow.
And so we read of another instanca
of His tears in Heb. 5:7. These were
the tears of Gethsemane and the an-
guish of His passion. These were the
tears that we deserved to shed. These
were the pains that we dessrved to
suffer. But as:our great Substitute
and Sacrifice, He bore our sins in His
own body on the tree, and having
paid the penalty and satisfied the
claims of justice, He comes in the
glad message of the Gospel to an-
nounce our pardon -and salvation.
O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head;
Our load was laid on Taee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all sin for me;
Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee:
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God,
Thy bruising healeth me.
Hindu mythology has a. stra
tale typical .of the atonement,
story of a dove pursued by a hawk
until in desperation it flung itself
into the bosom of Vishnu, one of their
deities. But the hawk demanded sat-
isfaction, declaring that the dove was
her lawful prey and that Vishnu must
10t enly be merciful to the dove but
just to its claims. Then Vishnu, hold-
ing the trembling dove in her bosom,
bared her breast and bade the hawk
devour of her own living flesh as
much as would compensate for the
dove, while all the time the dove lay
fluttering there and knowing the fear-
ful cost of her deliverance. Yes, wa
are safe within His bosom, but oh,
the cost to Him. “He saved us, Him-
self He could not save.” He wipes
sway our tears, but in order to do
this He had to weep when there was
no eye to pity and no arm to save.
Don’t you think the least that you
could do would be to thank Him and
give Him your heart, your love, your
graceful tears?
We have yet one more picture,
Luke 19:41. He was entering Jeru-
salem from Olivet. He had just
tiirned that point where the whole
city suddenly bursts upon the trav-
s view. As He gazed upon it in
its singular beauty, there arose be-
hind the scene another vision that a
few years later was to fill all that
valley: a city besieged, cruel Roman
legions around on every hill top, the
narrowing cordon of destruction, a
breach at last in the walls of defense,
the breaking in of the brutal con-
gueror, the strests running with
blood, the Temple rising in smoke
and flames, the shrieks of mothers,
maidens and little children in the
cruel grasp of the conqueror, and
then, a long. train of captives going
forth to distant lands while behind
them lay a plowed field of desolation
where once their beautiful city had
been.
And as He saw it all and how it
might have been prevented if they
had only received Him, He cried, “If
thou hadst known even now in this
thy day the things that belong to thy
peace, but now they are hid from
thine ? was too. late; but
nge
the
eyes.’ It
even yet He had for them His tears.
These tears tell us of Christ's com-
passion. They tell us how He longs
to save.
They tell us that He is here to-
nigat with infinite pity and power to
wipe away your tears, to wash away
your sins and make you happy and
holy through His love.
But they tell us also that if you re-
fuse and reject Him, there may come
a time, there will come a time, when
He can do nothing for you but weep.
They tell of a judge before whom
vas brought for punishment his old-
est -friend. As he stood up to pro-
nounce the sentence’ upon him, the
memory of their boyhood days to-
gether came upon the judge's heart
with overwhelming. force -and he
broke out in fioods of weeping. “My
friend,” he said, “how can I, by a
single word, consign you to a felon’s
cell and a life of banishment from
home and friends and all that earth
holds dear? 3ut I am a judge and
must be just. Why did you force me
to do this thing?” And they wept to-
gether, but it was too late to save
him from his fate. From that scens
of weeping, he went forth a doomed,
ruined man to spend his days in fruit-
less tears.
Oh, sinner, beware! lest some day
on the Throne of Judgment you look
in the face of a weeping Saviour and
hear Him say: “How often would I
have gathered you even as hen doth
gather her brood under her wings
and ye would not. Oh, that thou
hadst known the things that belong
to thy peace, but now they are hid
from thine eyes.”
Separated, Man Dwindles.
Separated from God, man dwin-
dles; he is nothing. He was made to
have -magnitude and be in flood, by
having great inspirations roll under
hint and through him. Existing in
mere selfhood he cannot push himself
out any way to be compleie as from,
himself. There is nothing, in shout,
but religion, or the life in God, that
can be looked to for the compleiicn
cf a soul.—Horace Bushnel
: : 3 her
: 3
The Material Dalue of
Friendships
What a Boon te Our Weaknesses !
§ Nothing But Friends—Yet How Rich !
a a To we Ey O. 5. Marden. of mel pmpeomnivg)
Feddddttd T UST think of what it means to have enthusiastic friends al-
—_— # ways looking out for our interests; working for us all the
% time, saying a good word for us at every opportunity, sup-
porting us, speaking for us in our absence when we need a
friend; shielding our sensitive weak spots, stopping slan-
ders, killing lies which would injure us, correcting false im-
pressions, trying to set us right; overcoming the prejudice
created by some mistake or slip, or a first bad impression
we made Ain Sscme, silly movement—who are always doing
something to give us a lift. or help up ‘along! =
What sorry figures many of.us would™ cut but for our friends! What.
marred and scarred reputations most of us would have but for the cruel blows
that have been warded off by our friends, the healing balm that they have ap-
plied to the hurts of the world! Many of us would have been very much
poorer financially, tco, but for the hosts of friends who ‘have- sent us customers
and clients and basiness, who have always turned. our way everything they
could.
Oh, what a boon our friends are to our weaknesses,
shortcomings; our failures generally! How they throw
over our faults, and cover up our defects!
Was there ever such capital for starting in business for oneself as plenty
of friends? How many people, who are now successful would have given up
the strugie in some great crises of their lives, but for the encouragement of
some friend which has tided them over the critical plage! How ‘barren and
lean our lives would be if.stripped of all that our friends have done for us!
If you are starting out in a profession, and waiting for ciients or patients,
what more profitable way of occupying your spare time than in ct iltivating
friendships? If you are just starting cut in business, the reputation of hav-
ing a lot of staunch friends will give you backing, will bring to yeu customers.
It has been said that “destiny is determined by. friendship.”
It would be interesting and. helpful it could analyze
cessful people, and ipo who have Leen highly honored by their
and find out the secret cf their success. . :
2 <2 <r &o
our idiosyncracles and
a mantle of charity
the lives of suc-
fellow men,
we
BIG eye
Forgive Your Daughter
Her Pity for You
3 Ey Winifred Black.
AS she come home from school, the girl of your heart? How
Coes she look to you, with her new frocks and her new way
way of dressing heir hair, and her new manner of speec h and
new little tricks with her eyes, and her funny little
of kindly patronage toward everything in the old home?
Dear girls! I never know whether I want to laugh or to
8 6803800055 cry when I gee them patronizing mamma and approving of
00000006000 papa and the ordinary, everyday members cof the
~ family who haven't been away to boarding school to live by
special permission.
What a serious thirg life is to them just now!
If mamma sheuld wear white gloves when black ones were the thing the
whole firmament ought to fall to keep in tune with the horror in daughter's
miserable mind. And papa; old fashioned he is..and where did he get
that jay way of wearing his hat? The maid who sets the table in the old-fash-
ioned dining room means well enough, probably, but what would the GIRLS
say if they should see her passing the bread in an old-fashi )ned bread plate
instead of a new-fashioned ba
sket?
Don’t laugh at daughter.
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air
®
how
It’s all very real to her, the PORE. little world of
queer conventions she’s built up around herself.
When she’s a little elder and a little wiser she'll know that nothing really
matters except what people mean when they do things. The things themseives
are not of any great account. :
Don’t take her too seriously, either. Bear up under it if vou suspect that
she's just a Httle bit ashamed of you because you say “Just think” instead of
“Only fancy.”’She’s your own little after all, and some day when she
wakes up from this queer little dream she’s living in, you and she will have
the time of your lives langhing over this summer that came near to making
vou some really serious heartaches.
Girls will be girls, you know, just kittens will
all, what a stupid, presaic, matter-of-coarse old world it
dear. delicious, foolizh, funny, pathetic Things to love, after
American,
girl,
be kittens. And, after
would be without the
all!—New York
as
2 ££
RoR Ter AR 2 YC
How to Speak Correctly
Ey John D. Barry.
ep 2p YC
educated people, too,
r that follows g. And
4
Re
ANY for oxample, fairly well
den’t Fnow how to prouounce the lette
as for spelling the name of aitch, some of these people
would be astonished to hear that letter had a name.
The [otter that follows v is frequently pronounced as if it
were double-yer, instead of double-u. A fault, often noticed
2% among sihgers and actors, is the oiving of a fictitious value
to the letter 1, which it sound very like the [Italian
=t liquid double-l.
Say the alphabet aloud, and when you have finished, ask yourself if every
letter would be perfectly distinct and intelligible to any one who might be
listening. Here lies the fundamental principle of all speaking; every element
of every spoken word should be distinct and intelligible. In repeating the
alphabet each letter ought to make a perfect escape from the lips of the
speaker. Does it make such an escape wlien you say it? Do send it out
vigorously? Watch yourself as you speck each letter and see what happens
to it. If it gives yeu the sense of hanging about your lips, or if it does not
yrate itself from you, or if it drops into your throat, say
Try to think of it as being outside your-
thinking of it in this way, if
pecpie,
the
makes
you
again and will it to go boldly out.
self, as a thing apari. When you succeed in :
veu don’t care for words, or if you have never thought about them, you will
have taken the first step toward the mastery of good speech. To speak well;
vou must love words and their elements. You must love individual letters.---
Harper's Bazar.
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Spirit of Beauty
By Henry W. Parker.
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who are vorily awakened to the great words of truth
the universe daily becomes a sublimer miracle.
or unfolds its
they are dis-
of Him who
where-
p O those
} and beauty,
p) Not a summer cloud sleeps in the blue air,
1 pure fullness, cr melts in the distance, but
p solved in a luxury of contemplation and think
é -us the glory of cloudland
p ever we are, and when all around us ig tame-
coososaad ¥ wearisome Not a landscape lies dreaming in the
Te sunshine, and slowly expands itself to the passing gaze, but
they are intoxicated with a more fiery sense of beauty until
their vision often swims with tears of gratitude for existence, and the heart
is ready to break with wei ght of blesedness. Their souls overflow with the
“glory of the sum of thing Every flower that 'coks up, and every star
that looks down, smiles to Hein the smile of God; and every stream that dim-
ples away, or thistle-seed that floats in the ncontide, bears them onward to
limitless seas of thought and joy.
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