...earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not written of the soul. Art is long, and time is fleeting. And our hearts,...muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead-past bury its dead! Act — act in the living Present...

...soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,...brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marehes to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb,...

...not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act that each to-morrow Find us further than to-day. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac...like dumb driven cattle — Be a hero in the strife !" LONGFELLOW. A FATHER'S CURSE: A DAUGHTER'S SACRIFICE. Crisis ol Sonustu life. BY MRS. BRAY, AUTHOB...

...soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and time is fleeting,...like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! PSALM OF LIFE. Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past buryits dead ! Act, — act in...

...Is our destined end or way, But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than lo-duy. ' In i In- world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life,...Let the dead Past, bury its dead; Act, act in the glorious Present, Heart within and GOD o'er head,' ' ' You give the poet a great advantage,' I said,...

...• • Art is long and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muflled drums are beating, Funeral marches to the grave. In...driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife. Trust no future howc'er pleasant, Let the dead past bury its dead Act, act, in the glorious present, Heart within and...

...to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and time is fleeting, And oitr hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle I Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future howe'er pleasant ! Let the past bury its dead ! Act —...

...soul. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like mulllcd drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In...like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints...

...unseen world ! How rapidly are the moments flying past us in which we are to work for God and man! " Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts,...drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave." Such being the case, let us, my brother-disciples, make the best use of the seasons and means of doing...

...And the grave is not its goal ; ' Dust thou art, to dust returnest,' Was not spoken of the soul! " righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy...iniquity. Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ! "* Imitate noble exemplars. Aristotle, Galileo, and Newton spent the midnight oil in studies that...