The patriot, who, to country always true,
Always, and sturdiest for its honor wrought;
Moved onward, surely in his upward way,

As for yet higher service he was sought.
All these in this one wondrous man combined
To luster give to earth's supremest place;
Death struck him down on duty's picket line,
In manhood's fullest power and grace.
His life in wonderful completeness grand,
Has safely passed to martyrdom and end;
Above his grave the grander halos hang,
With tender memories to sweetly blend.

And now but his example grand is left
As guiding beacon to the striving youth;
Though he is dead, he yet is trumpet-tongued
For wisdom, faith, purity and truth.

Edward Crapsey.

He had been born a destined work to do,
And lived to do it; four long-suffering years-
Ill-fate, ill-feeling, ill report lived through-

And then he heard the hisses change to cheers,

The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise,

And took them both, with his unwavering mood; But as he came on light from darkest days,

And seemed to touch the goal from where he stood,

A fellow-hand, between that goal and him,

Reached from behind his head, a trigger prest,
And those perplexed and patient eyes were dim,
Those gaunt long-laboring limbs were laid to rest!
The words of mercy were upon his lips,

Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen,
When the vile murderer brought swift eclipse
To thoughts of peace on earth, good will to men.

The old world and the new, from sea to sea,

Utter one voice of sympathy and shame!
Sore heart, so stopped, when it at last beat free,
Sad life, cut short, just as its triumph came !

A deed accurst! Strokes have been struck before
By the assassin's hand, whereof men doubt
If more of honor or disgrace they bore;

But thy foul crime, like Cain's, stands darkly out!
Vile hand! that branded murder on a strife,
What e'er its grounds, stoutly and nobly striven,
And with the martyr's crown crownest a life
With much to praise, little to be forgiven!

Tom Taylor in London Punch,
On the assassination of Lincoln.

GARFIELD was the martyr of reconciliation, as Lincoln was the martyr of reconstruction.

Cincinnati Gazette.

STRONG are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou!
They rise a bulwark to the guarded land,

Which foes pass not, nor traitors undermine,
For children's children's safety they shall stand;
And so, O Lord! Thou standest unto Thine,
A mighty guardian, a defense divine.

Strong are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou!
Where beats the tempest on the hither side,
Beneath their shelter bloom the vine and rose;

So do Thy chosen ones in Thee abide,

Nor fear the storm-wind though it wildly blows,
All undisturbed in their secure repose.

Strong are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou!
Their far, fair snowy summits fountains are,

Whence fertilizing streams begin their race;

So from Thy might of mercy stream afar
The overbrimming rivers of Thy grace,
Gladdening the wilderness and desert place.

Strong are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou!
Immutable they stand from age to age,

Though the world rock and empires shift and pale,
So, though the people war and heathen rage,
The safety of Thy promise shall prevail,
Nor ever once Thy love and goodness fail.

THE heart dwindles in contact with small things and narrow interests; but when brought into harmony with great ideas, striving for great ends, with strong feeling excited and pouring upon the altar of success the most costly and precious sacrifices, then the human heart, developing the germ of its immortal nature, rises to the height of the loftiest ideas, and enlarges to the compass of the broadest principles. Geo. M. Robeson.

XXXII.

GOLDEN NUGGETS.

POSTERITY preserves only what will pack into small compass. Jewels are handed down from age to age; less portable valuables disappear. Lord Stanley.

A WISELY chosen illustration is almost essential to fasten the truth upon the ordinary mind, and no teacher can afford to neglect this part of his preparation.

Chancellor Crosby.

I BELIEVE that the want of our age is no more free handling of the Bible, but more reverent handling, more humility, more patient study, and more prayer.

Rev. J. C. Ryle.

ALL human discovery confirms the holy Scriptures.

Herschel.

THE surest method of arriving at a knowledge of God's eternal purposes about us is to be found in the right use of the present moment. Each hour comes with some little fagot of God's will fastened upon its back.

F. W. Faber.

Be careful that you do not commend yourself. It is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking, if your own tongue must praise you. Let your words be few, especially when your superiors or strangers are present, lest you betray your own weakness, and rob yourself of the opportunity which you might otherwise have had to gain knowledge, wisdom and experience by hearing those whom you silenced by your impertinent talking.

Sir Matthew Hale.

WE do not get our best vision of heaven, we do not feel ourselves surrounded, as the apostles did, by a great cloud of witnesses, when we simply hear or read some good book, or meet in the church to listen to discourses and to exchange pleasant salutations. No, it was the martyr who saw "the heavens open and the son of God standing on the right hand of God." It is when we have borne submissively some dreadful sorrow that we see the golden ladder reaching upward, as did Perpetua from the darkness of the dungeon; when we have given ourselves to some great work and wrought it, by God's help and the inspiration of his Spirit, triumphantly to the end, that the vision is granted us. R. S. Storrs, D. D.

RELIGION finds the love of happiness and the principle of duty separated in us; and its mission-its masterpiece-is to reunite them.

Vinet.

WHEN you are reading a book in a dark room, and come to a difficult part, you take it to a window to get more light. So take your Bibles to Christ.

McCheyne.

MAN reigns by employing one-half of the animals to master the other. So the political art consists in cutting the people in two, and in dominating one-half with the other.

Renan.

HEAT is the dread commune of the universe.

THE law is more than a great river, rising in the far-off mountains, and increased by influent streams from many a fertile field, till it flows on, a broad and shining Mississippi of truth to the great sea of universal knowledge. The law is more than a fruitful land, brought by the culture and care of faithful husbandry from a state of nature to a condition in which it yields its bounteous harvest, year by year. The law is more than a magnificent temple, builded by princes of the architectural art, and gladdening the eye and heart of every beholder with its surpassing strength and beauty. More than river, or land, or temple; it is the benign and all-pervading science of society, guiding and controlling by its inherent and eternal principles the stupendous processes of the evolutions of the civilized state, from the rude beginning of frontier life. Its principles may be discovered, like those of any other science, but they are not the subject of human invention. Statutes in accordance with them have vitality, and endure. Enactments at variance with them fail of full execution, and pass away.

C. C. Bonney.