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Show j t Borne 0frde Love Hides the Cross. The cross seemed heavy and, as mor- . tals will. I only thought of self, and of the ill Which I had suffered. And, as if to aid Rebellious nature, feelings reason swayed. -And something in me said that love sufficed without the cross. A little while my heart grew calm, the test Was still upon me. Tet all that was best Within my soul stood forth, and then I knew That trials are our portion, and that few Can realize the love with which we " bear them hides the cross. .' A. L. Connolly. Consider Well. Before Choosing Your Friends. "Associate with the good," says an old proverb, "and you will be esteemed as one of them." A girl cannot be too careful about her companionships. If she is careless in this matter she is sure to deteriorate herself in the estimation esti-mation of others. Friendships that are quickly formed rarely ripen with the years and are frequently the cause of much unhappiness. The thoughtful I girl chooses her friends carefully and 1 cultivates their society in such a happy, hap-py, well bred way that her friendships are always a source of real pleasure. Just as the least blemish spoils the beauty of the lily, so the little mistakes that the careless girl makes robs her character of its charm, and leaves her with a name that does not stand for much in the estimation of others. "Opinions rule the world," says Car-lyle, Car-lyle, and happy indeed is the girl who has made only good and sweet ones. The Homes of the Poor. Come away from the crowded centers Of the city's throbbing life; The palaces grand on every hand, The noise and heat and strife: From the fever of pride and passion, That the grave can only cure. And walk with me in the twilight hour By the humble homes of the poor. Here the father comes home in the evening From care and from danger free As the little ones run to meet him , With their innocent shouts of glee. No hireling's hand has nursed them Nor will guard them at night secure, For the mother is all to her children In the humble homes of the poor. I love to walk in the twilight, ' ' Where I see through the open door Some busy at household duties. . Some at play on the simple floor. No luxury makes them heartless, No idleness makes them impure; The menace to souls where Mammon rolls Cannot enter the homes of the poor. Come away from the hollow pleasures Of the ball room and banquet hall; For the children's hour in the cottage Has joy that exceeds them all. Come away from the proud, for their riches Take wing and shall not endure-Their endure-Their pride will not weigh in the Judgment Judg-ment day, ...... With the humbie homes of the poor. The Virtue of Listening. . There, is a grace of kind listening as well as e grace of kind speaking Some men listen with an abstracted air, which shows that their-thoughts are elsewhere.- Or they seem to listen, but by wide answers-and Irrelevant questions ques-tions show that thev have been occupied occu-pied with their own thoughts, as being more interesting, at least in their own estimation, than what you have been saying. Some Interrupt and will not hear you to the end. Some hear you to the end and then forthwith' begin to talk to you about a similar experience experi-ence which has befallen themselves making your case only an illustration of their own. Some, meaning to b kind, listen with such a determined, (lnely, violent attention that you arc at once made .uncomfortable, and the charm of conversation is at an end. Many persons, whose manners will stand the test of speaking, break down under the trial of listening. But al" hese things should be brought under the. sweef influences of religion |