JANUARY EIGHTH

I am weary

Of the bewildering masquerade of Life,

Where strangers walk as friends, and friends as strangers;

Where whispers overheard betray false hearts; And through the mazes of the crowd we chase Some form of loveliness, that smiles, and beckons, And cheats us with fair words, only to leave us A mockery and a jest ; maddened,— confused,— Not knowing friend from foe.

JANUARY NINTH

The Spanish Student

Ah! when the infinite burden of life descendeth

upon us,

Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, in the graveyard,

Then it is good to pray unto God; for his sorrowing children

Turns he ne'er from his door, but he heals and helps and consoles them.

JANUARY TENTH

The Children of the Lord's Supper

Sacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaustible fountain !

Fill our hearts this day with strength and submis

sion and patience!

Evangeline

Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection!

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike,

Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven!

JANUARY TWELFTH

Then in Life's goblet freely press
The leaves that give it bitterness,
Nor prize the colored waters less,

For in thy darkness and distress

New light and strength they give!

Evangeline

JANUARY THIRTEENTH

The Goblet of Life

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,

That of our vices we can frame

A ladder, if we will but tread

Beneath our feet each deed of shame!

The Ladder of St. Augustine

JANUARY FOURTEENTH

All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,

That have their root in thoughts of ill;

Whatever hinders or impedes

The action of the nobler will;

All these must first be trampled down
Beneath our feet, if we would gain
In the bright fields of fair renown
The right of eminent domain.

The Ladder of St. Augustine

JANUARY FIFTEENTH

Ah! on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallen,

And from the fields of her soul a fragrance celestial ascended,

Charity, meekness, love, and hope, and forgiveness, and patience!

Evangeline

JANUARY SIXTEENTH

Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others,

This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.

So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices,

Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma.

Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow

Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.

Evangeline

Buta celestial brightness-a more ethereal beautyShone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession,

Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Evangeline

JANUARY EIGHTEENTH

We cannot walk together in this world!
The distance that divides us is too great!
Henceforth thy pathway lies among the stars;
I must not hold thee back.

The Spanish Student

JANUARY NINETEENTH

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies

Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!

No one is so accursed by fate,

No one so utterly desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

Endymion

JANUARY TWENTIETH

Ye voices, that arose
After the Evening's close,

And whispered to my restless heart repose!

Go, breathe it in the ear

Of all who doubt and fear,

And say to them, "Be of good cheer!"

L'Envo

JANUARY TWENTY-FIRST

Our feelings and our thoughts

Tend ever on, and rest not in the Present.
As drops of rain fall into some dark well,
And from below comes a scarce audible sound,
So fall our thoughts into the dark Hereafter,
And their mysterious echo reaches us.

JANUARY TWENTY-SECOND

The Spanish Student

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

JANUARY TWENTY-THIRD

A Psalm of Life

O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What man has borne before!

Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care,

And they complain no more.

Hymn to the Night