It is something to see, for one hour, a snow-driven city- to admire how all the vileness is hidden for a few minutes out of sight, though there were no use except that in it. But in the country the snow casting its white robe of protection over the land, gathering it as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings that is a sight which leads us again toward the heaven out of which the wonder comes. And I would touch these snowflakes less for what they prove than for what they are the testimony of a snow-drift to the Sermon on the Mount · the extension of Christ's great argument out of summer into winter. If God so shape the snow-star, can he fail finally to shape the soul? And if he giveth snow like wool, to hap the shivering seed, if he so clothe the land as well as the lily, will he leave me naked? ROBERT COllyer.

Our Father in Heaven, we thank Thee for the snow; that emblem of purity which itself is not only pure but also a purifier, and therefore useful as well as beautiful. And as betimes it covers all unsightly things with its spotless mantle of white, so may the mantle of Divine Charity hide our moral deformities and cover our multitude of sins, till our sins, though as scarlet, shall be made white as snow, and we become purifiers; turning many to righteousness that we may shine as the stars forever. Amen.

HENRY L. CANFIELD.

How do you make a Sunny Hour?
Just take some right good will,

Some love, some trust, and faith as well,

Enough to fairly fill

A good sized heart

and you will find

There's still some room to spare

For impulse, which will prompt kind words

And actions, here and there.

Mix all together with a smile
That's spiced with willingness,
And daily use of this, my friend,
Will help you to confess
That wheresoever you may seek,
You'll find no recipe

Like this, to make a Sunny Hour,

Wherever you may

be.

MARY D. Brine.

O God, we thank Thee for the past night of quietness and for this day with its open doors of usefulness. Save us from frittering away its time at useless tasks. Show us how to fill it with enriching service. Fill our hearts with good will to all. Ballast us with love. Rest us on the rock of ages in storm times. Make our faith active. Employ our good impulses and control our bad ones. Put the smile of heart joy on our faces. Gladden our hearts with sweet willingness. And so create in all our secluded corners sunshine that our souls may attain full growth. Amen.

JOHN H. DIETRICH.

The two little fellows were having all they could do

to drag along the cart; the road was rough and they were very cold and tired. It was just then that Marshall overtook them, on his way back from a geology tramp. In a minute he had his hand on the cart handle and the procession was hurrying gayly along, the little lads,. Marshall and the two freshmen who had been with him.

"What made Marshall stop to do that?" one of the freshmen asked of another older student that evening. "Queer thing to bother himself about. Does he know all the youngsters in town?"

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"He probably didn't know them at all," said the other. But you don't know Marshall yet, do you? He's like that about everything. He always takes the load."

Could there be a finer tribute to a young man than "He always takes the load"?

that

At the end of their journey, the student took five minutes to help them get their cart and its load safely housed, before hurrying on to his own belated dinner. PHYLLIS GATES.

Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the kindly and fraternal spirit of those who are willing to help bear the load. Is not this the very heart of the Gospel, "Bear ye one another's burden"? We thank Thee for Him who was himself the great burden-bearer. In this spirit let us go forth to-day to make lighter the burdens of those who are tired.. So may we multiply the spirit of the Master and make a gladder, happier world. Amen.

GEORGE L. PERIN.

(George Washington. Born 1732)
Amid the early, troublous days he towers,
The man of character and worth sublime,
Perchance the most illustrious of time,
The marvel whom we proudly claim as ours.
Like an abutment stands he, huge and square,
From which the span of liberty should spring,
The great republic's lofty arches swing,
The destiny of countless hosts to bear.
O Washington, across the shining years
Made glorious by thy regal manhood's might,
We humbly hail thee father of our land.
First in the great succession of our peers,
Our sovereign of thine own unquestioned right,
Primal American, serene and grand.

JOHN GAYLORD DAVENPORT.

O Thou Infinite Spirit, we thank Thee for the great land in which we live. We bless Thee for the great men whom Thou gavest us at every period of our nation's story; we thank Thee for such as were wise in council, those also who were valiant in fight, and by whose right arm our redemption was wrought out. We thank Thee for those noblest men and women who were filled with justice, with benevolence and with piety, and who sought to make Thy constitution of the universe the common law of all mankind. We bless Thee for those whose names have gone abroad among the nations of the earth to encourage men in righteousness and to turn many from the evil of their ways. So may Thy kingdom come and Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.

THEODORE PARKER,

Laugh a little now and then,
It lightens life a lot;
You can see the funny side
Just as well as not.
Don't go mournfully around,
Gloomy and forlorn;
Try to make your fellow men
Glad that you were born.

Laugh a good deal if you can,
That is better still,
And you'll find occasion, too,
If you only will.

Laughing lightens labor some

When you have to strive,

Laugh and show the world that you
Are glad that you're alive.

ANONYMOUS.

We rejoice, O Lord, in the rest of the past night and in the light of this new day. Thou art ever with us and Thy hand showers upon us the gifts of Thy abounding love. Secure in Thy care and providence, may we meet the day's tasks and pleasures with courage and hope. May the spirit of exuberant joy be ours. Baptized by Thy Holy Spirit may we overcome all temptations that assail us, put evil far from us, and walk in the way of Thy commandments. In the joy of living may we forget bitterness and the ways of darkness, and with faithful, loving hearts rejoice to serve Thee ever.

CLARENCE E. RICE.

Amen.