"In the world I fill up a place

Which may be better supplied when I have

WE

made it empty."

As You Like It, I. 2.

E come, we go, we fill our place,
"Tant bien que mal," I trow;

Our fate, whate'er it be we face,

To its decree we bow.

We do the best we can for all,
It might be better done.

We strive to stand; perchance we fall,
And then our course is run.

But, after all, the place we filled

Was ours and ours alone;

Ours were the crops, the land we tilled,
No virtue in a stone.

G

Duke of Clarence died 1892.

"Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages."

Cymbeline, IV. 2.

ONE, gone to thine eternal rest

In peace-'tis what thou loved'st best. Without a pang thou hast surrendered Thy pride of place, to be remembered As one who 'gainst his will was called, And at his greatness stood appalled. Gentle and kind and debonair, The wish to please was ever there, But shrinking from affairs of state, Unable to support their weight, "Tis well for thee that fate ordained The early rest thou hast obtained.

"How poor an instrument may do a noble deed."

Antony and Cleopatra, V. 2.

N the Almighty's hands no instrument is poor,

IN

Each one is fashioned to its work;

Though to our eyes it may not seem secure
And secret fissures in its walls to lurk,
The house the Almighty builds is built for ever,
The hearts that He unites no grief can sever.

January 16.

"How would you be

If He which is the top of judgment, should

But judge you as you are.'

وو

Measure for Measure, II. 2.

UCH as I am! He knows the best is dross,

SUC

Sin spite of every effort to refine.

In

Pure gold is garnered only at the loss

Of all life's joys. Yet why should I repine, When this world's joys and all it holds of worth Are ended with our stay on this poor earth.

Hope is the Heaven of the human race;

The Heaven we look for, and our haven here;
A ray of light in many an outlook drear.

N

January 18.

"Nature her custom holds,

Let shame say what it will."

Hamlet, IV. 7.

ATURE is natural and knows no shame;

Why should she when she's innocent of blame?

Unto the

pure all Nature's ways are pure;

Impure imagination would make Heaven impure.

"Love thyself last, cherish those that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty."

Henry VIII. III. 2.

S it a newer light or vanished power

Is

That on the brink of dissolution

Dictates this utterance. Are the grapes but sour;

Does weakness conquer resolution?

The strong man bound counsels submission,
His strength is weakness all.

To the impenitent there's no remission,
He fain would break his fall.

In the heyday of power 'twere better far

Justice and mercy for your aim to take, Cease for ambition's ends all further war,

Succour the needy for your Saviour's sake.