The angel wrote, and vanished.
The next night
It came again, with a great
awakening light,
And showed the names whom
love of God had blessed—
And, lo! Ben Adhem’s
name led all the rest!
—Leigh Hunt.
Call unto me, and I will answer
thee, and will show thee great
things.
—Jeremiah 33. 3.
Lord God, may I keep within my heart that secret sympathy that adds to the power of life. Help me to seek the things that are real, and not be deceived by the things which only appear to be. May all with whom I have to do feel the better for my companionship. Amen.
OCTOBER TWENTY-FIFTH
Geoffrey Chaucer died 1400.
William Hogarth died 1764.
George W. Faber born 1773.
Thomas B. Macaulay born 1800.
Wav’ring as winds the
breath of fortune blows,
No power can turn it, and
no prayers compose.
Deep in some hermit’s
solitary cell,
Repose, and ease, and contemplation
dwell.
Let conscience guide thee
in the days of need,
Judge well thy own, and then
thy neighbor’s deed.
—Geoffrey Chaucer.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful
odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples
of his gods.
—Thomas B. Macaulay.
Even as the Son of man came
not to be ministered unto, but to
minister, and to give his
life a ransom for many.
—Matthew 20. 28.
Heavenly Father, help me to remember that I am to cover life’s journey, even though I may go the way carelessly and aimlessly. May I make an estimate of what I am losing, by waiting so long at the resting places, “For the road winds up hill all the way to the end, and the journey takes the whole day long, from morn to night.” Amen.
OCTOBER TWENTY-SIXTH
Dr. Philip Doddridge died 1751.
Count Von Moltke born 1800.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton died 1902.
One of the notable eddies of the present-day world currents is what has been loosely called the “Woman Movement.” The sensitive and vicarious spirit of womanhood has been enlisted for service in behalf of those who have been denied a fair chance, or who are the victims of oppression, greed, and ignorance.
—William T. Ellis.
And whether consciously or not, you must be in many a heart enthroned: queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and sons; queens of higher mystery to the world beyond, which bows itself, and will forever bow, before the myrtle crown, and the stainless scepter of womanhood.
—John Ruskin.