Part 54 (1/2)

755

Not every one that dances is glad

--_French_

756

THE HOUR GLass

Is an emblem of human life Behold! hoiftly the sands run, and how rapidly our lives are drawing to a close! We cannot, without astonishment, behold the little particles which are contained in this machine; how they pass away almost imperceptibly! And yet, to our surprise, in the short space of an hour, they are all exhausted Thus wastes man! To-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope; to- honors thick upon him; the next day coreatness is still aspiring, he falls, like autumn leaves, to enrich our mother earth

757

_The Greatness of God_--Said Dr Guthrie, ”If philosophy is to be believed, our world is but an outlying corner of creation; bearing, perhaps, as srain bears to all the sands of the seashore, or one se of a boundless forest” Yet even within this earth's narrow limits, how vast the work of Providence! How soon is thewhose hand paints every flower, and shapes every leaf; who for ith a parent's care, and watches like a ht in the bosoates of day, and draws around a sleeping world the dusky curtains of the night; whosnowflakes, and the sands of man's eventful life; who deterdom; and so overrules the tide of human fortunes, that whatever befall him, come joy or sorrow, the believer says--”It is the Lord; let Hiood”

758

But as it is written, ”Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of s which God hath prepared for them that love him”

--_I Cor 2, 9v_

759

Every little blade of grass declareth the presence of God

--_From the Latin_

760

THE FATHER'S LOVE

Rest and be still: Nought happens thee but of His blessed will

There's not a wind that blows, There's not a lily grows Without His bidding--and His child shall He Forget and leave unco!) Without His hand can droop or raise a wing!

And thou art better far unto thy God!

Lo! if He calls thee to a way untrod Where stones and rugged places tear thy feet, And bitter herbs alone are for thyFill thy rejoicing ; Yet know thou this: He loves thee just as dear When dioes chasing down thy cheek, And thy poor heart may break but cannot speak!

Rest and be still

God hath not good and ill