Quoted by REV.  J. E. CARPENTER.

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TRUTH.

    It fortifies my soul to know
      That though I perish, truth is so,
    That howsoe’er I stray and range,
      Whate’er I do, thou dost not change. 
    I steadier step when I recall
      That, if I slip, thou dost not fall.

ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.

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OUR PETS.

We, dying, fondly hope the life immortal
To win at last;
Yet all that live must through death’s dreary portal
At length have passed.

And from the hope which shines so bright above us,
My spirit turns,
And for the lowlier ones, that serve and love us,
Half sadly yearns.

Never a bird its glad way safely winging
Through those blest skies? 
Never, through pauses in the joyful singing,
Its notes to rise?

Not one of those who toil’s severest burdens
So meekly bear,
To find at last of faithful labor’s guerdons
An humble share?

Ah, well!  I need not question; gladly rather,
I’ll trust in all—­
Assured that not without our Heavenly “Father”
The sparrows fall.

And if He foldeth in a sleep eternal
Their wings to rest;
Or waketh them to fly the skies supernal—­
He knoweth best?

MARY SHEPPARD.

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EGYPTIAN RITUAL.

God is the causer of pleasure and light, maker of grass for the cattle, and of fruitful trees for man, causing the fish to live in the river and the birds to fill the air, lying awake when all men sleep, to seek out the good of His creatures.

Quoted by REV.  J. E. CARPENTER.

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BROTHERHOOD.

There is a higher consanguinity than that of the blood which runs through our veins,—­that of the blood which makes our hearts beat with the same indignation and the same joy.  And there is a higher nationality than that of being governed by the same imperial dynasty,—­that of our common allegiance to the Father and Ruler of all mankind.

MAX MUeLLER.

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A BIRTHDAY ADDRESS.

TO ANTHONY ASHLEY COOPER, SEVENTH EARL OF SHAFTESBURY, K. G., APRIL 13, 1880.

    For eighty years!  Many will count them over,
      But none but He who knoweth all may guess
    What those long years have held of high endeavor,
      Of world-wide blessing and of blessedness.

    For eighty years the champion of the right
      Of hapless child neglected and forlorn;
    Of maniac dungeoned in his double night;
      Of woman overtasked and labor-worn;

    Of homeless boy, in streets with peril rife;
      Of workman, sickened in his airless den;
    Of Indian parching for the streams of life;
      Of negro slave in bond of cruel men.