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Show Borne gircle. j REST AT EVENTIME. Fold ye the ice cold hands Calm on the pulseless breast; The toil of the summer day is o'er. Now cometh the evening rest; And the folded hands that have nobly wrought Through noontide's din and strife And the dauntless heart that hath bravely brave-ly fought In the ceaseless war of life. Smooth ye the time-thinned hair Still on the marble brow; No earthly cloud doth linger there To mar its beauty now, But brow and lip and darkened eye Bear a shade of deep repose, As twilight shadows softly lie On the widespread winter snows. No voice of discord wakes The silence still and deep. And the far-off sounds of worldly strife , Cannot break the dreamless sleep. Oh, welcome rest to a heart long tossed On the tide of hopes and fears, ' To the feet that have wandered far and wide O'er the weary waste, or" years. From the gorgeous glare of day. Welcome the gentle night. Fading the tranquil lines away. Solemn and calm and bright, Then tenderly, tenderly fold the hands In peace on the pulseless breast. For the evening shadows come quickly on. And sweet is the Christian's rest. Thomas D'Arcey M'Gee. Sound Thoughts. Kind thoughts are wings which bear us on lo kinder deeds. Simple, child';e faith is more precious pre-cious than the wealth of the world. Tomorrow is not; elastic enough in which to press the neglected duties of today. There is nothing by nature so un pleasant as may not by industry be made full of grace and sweetness. Goodness and truth are of more . weight than brilliant talents, and good temper goes farther than a great gift. Circumstances do not always improve im-prove character, but if the character be a fit one, circumstances strength-. strength-. en it. Life without, faith' is like a roofless house. It lets all the storms in and or-fers or-fers no protection against the ills of living. To reach the Tabor of God's permanent perma-nent glory the just and good must carry car-ry their cross up the narrow, rugged heights of Calvary. Even the fool, who said in. his heart there was no God, found that He was not far off when thunders rent the skies and lightning shattered the rocks. The fact is that in order to do anything any-thing in this world worth doing, we must not stand shivering on the bank, thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can. Wrong and Suffering. The lines of suffering on almost every human countenance have been deepened, deep-ened, if not traced there, by unfaithfulness unfaith-fulness to conscience, by departures from duty. To do wrong is the surest way to bring suffering. No wrong deed ever failed to bring it. Those sins which are followed by no palpable pain ! are yet terribly avenged, even in this life. They abridge our capacity of happinesss, impair our relish for innocent inno-cent pleasure and increase our sensibility sensi-bility to suffering. They spoil us of the armor of a pure conscience and of trust in God, without which we are naked amid hosts of foes and are vulnerable by all the changes of life. Thus to do wrong is to inflict the surest injury on our own peace. No enemy can do us equal harm with what we do ourselves whenever and however we violate any moral or religious obligation. The Cucumber in the Bottle. "When I was a little boy," remarked an old gentleman, "somebody gave me a cucumber in a bottle. The neck of j the bottle was small, and the cucumber so large that it wasn't possible for it io pass through it, and I was greatly puzzled puz-zled to know how it got there. But out in the garden one day I came upon , a bottle slipped over a little green fel- low that was still on the vine, and then , I understood it all. The cucumber had grown in the bottle. I often see men , with habits that I wonder any strong sensible man could form, and then I think that likely they grew into them when they were young, and cannot slip , out of them now: they are the cucum- ber. Look out for the bottle, my boys." . How to Be Popular. If I take it for granted that you do for a desire to be loved and approved seems to be natural to us all I also I take it for granted that you have the average share of intelligence and good looks, and I tell you that popularity is well within reach if you will but cultivate culti-vate certain virtues. The popular girl or woman is kind, sincere and good tempered, and her virtues are such a part of herself that they are in everyday use at home and are not merely assumed for company, i "Street angels," as the Germans call women whose amiability is assumed, like their smart frocks, are soon found ' out, and the popularity they seem to I have disappears like the mist in the sunshine as soon as its shallowness is seen. Sincerity must be the foundation of friendship, but that sincerity must never nev-er degenerate into the unkind "plain speaking" which some people indulge in. and which always causes pain to the obiect of it. If you would be popular you must be pleasant to all good friends not only with the young men and girls of your own age, but courteously attentive to i your elders and kind and playful with the children; in short, you must be sympathetic. |