is a poor mortal who has been sorely tried and tempted, we will show him his error and help him to do right.”  Phariseeism sends to the boy who has been arrested for stealing a loaf of bread, a tract with “Thou shall not steal” in large letters.  The religion of humanity says, “the boy was hungry and we will feed him.”  Phariseeism says to the poor shivering outcast, “the Lord chastiseth those whom he loveth.”  The religion of humanity takes her in and clothes, feeds and warms her.  To the poor woman who is struggling for daily bread, each day sadder than the last, Phariseeism says, “bear thy burdens meekly.”  The religion of humanity says, “we will do something to lighten her sorrow.”

Phariseeism sees nothing to condemn in itself, forgetful that the sins they are committing may be greater in the sight of God than the sins which they are condemning in others.

I have often thought if a magician would wave his magic wand over a pool of water so that, not only the features but the mind, the motives, the passions were reflected, what consternation it would produce in the minds of the Pharisee.

O be charitable even as Christ was to the sins of humanity, be sympathetic even as He was to the sufferings of mankind; be kind even as He was to the poor; be merciful even as He was to erring women, speak comforting words even as He did to the weak hearted; speak cheerful words even as He did to the weary and sad.

     Who ne’er his bread in sorrow ate
       Who ne’er the mournful midnight hours
     Weeping upon his bed has sate
       He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

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Again the voice of the dreamer is heard.  Let us, from a slight elevation, watch the busy life of a large city.  At early morning can be heard the rattling of the carts and the merry whistle of the drivers—­the red-faced market woman is arranging fruit temptingly in front of her stall; the shopman in a small street is lowering shutters from his windows; the little old wizened woman has seated herself on the curb stone with a small supply of apples and candy; the one armed beggar has taken his accustomed place; the shop girls are hurrying to their places behind the counters, the brawny workman with muscles of iron, strides along to his days labor, and all the work-a-day world is alert.  A little later on the business portion of the city is abroad, the banker is being driven to his counting house, the wealthy shop keeper hurries to his place of business, and farther on the little flower girl with fresh violets, still wet with dew, can be seen with her basket, offering to the passers by the sweet contents.  Now the great city is thoroughly awake.  The miser and the beggar jostle each other on the crowded pavement, the little children are taken out for their morning airing by the white-capped nurse, a black robed nun glides along on some errand of mercy, with a face like a mediaeval