Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.

Ah! never shall the land forget.

The victory of endurance born.

Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as an experience it does not exist at all. To "sleep in Christ," like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.