An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.

Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.

Man gains wider dominion by his intellect than by his right arm. The mustard-seed of thought is a pregnant treasury of vast results. Like the germ in the Egyptian tombs its vitality never perishes; and its fruit will spring up after it has been buried for long ages.

All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion is a spontaneous thing,--as natural as it is to weep, to love, or to rejoice.

The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.

The city reveals the moral ends of being, and sets the awful problem of life. The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts us up with religious suggestion.

Each thing lives according to its kind; the heart by love, the intellect by truth, the higher nature of man by intimate communion with God.