He noticed that he and his university friends had been mistaken in supposing that Christian belief no longer existed. . . . He observed that the persons to whom he was most attached, retained it, and drew comfort from it. Matthew Arnold.

THE writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their Edmund Burke.

own.

June 16.

IT is Nature's highest reward to a true, simple, great soul, that he gets to be a part of herself. Such a man's works, whatsoever he with utmost conscious exertion and forethought shall accomplish, grow up withal unconsciously, from the unknown deeps in him.

Carlyle.

EVERY sight

And sound from the vast earth and ambient air
Sent to his heart its choicest impulses.

Shelley.

BUNKER HILL, 1775.

LIFE or death then, who shall heed it, what we gain or what we lose?

Fair flies life amid the struggle, and the Cause for each shall choose.

Hear a word, a word in season, for the day is drawing nigh, When the Cause shall call upon us, some to live and some to die!

William Morris.

It is not a sign nor an omen which can fix the period of life. Our trust is in One who is mightier.

June 18.

WATERLOO, 1815.

Columba.

ANOTHER education there is which will speedily recommence, and work on well-nigh through all the years of our life, — the education which circumstances will give us, if we do not give it to ourselves.

MAN he loved

As man; and to the mean and the obscure,
And all the homely in their homely works,
Transferred a courtesy which had no air
Of condescension.

Goethe.

Wordsworth.

PASCAL, 1623.

THE instinct which drives men to travel is at bottom identical with that which fills men with passionate desire to know what is in life. . . . Real wandering, however aimless in mood, is always education.

H. W. Mabie.

'MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
7. Howard Payne.

June 20.

WE Could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it. . . . Our delight in the sunshine on the deep-bladed grass to-day might be no more than the faint perception of wearied souls, if it were not for the sunshine and the grass in the far-off years which still live in us, and transform our perception into love.

FRIENDSHIP is no plant of hasty growth.

George Eliot.

Joanna Baillie.