utterance has ever been the universal cry of the heart of man-to know one's self, to know God.

The world is a manifestation of divine

Harris. grace a spectacle of the evolution or becoming of individual existence in all phases, inorganic and organic. Individuality begins to appear even in specific gravity and in ascending degrees in cohesion and crystallization. In the plant it is unmistakable. In the animal it begins to feel and perceive itself. In man it arrives at self-consciousness and moral action and recognizes its own place in the universe.

God, being without envy, does not grudge any good; he accordingly turns, as Rothe says, the emptiness of non-being into a reflection of himself, and makes it everywhere a spectacle of his grace.

Hewitt.

The vastness of the universe represents God's immensity. The multifarious beauties of creatures represent his splendor and glory as their archetype. The marks of design and the harmonious order which are visible in the world manifest his intelligence. The faculties of intelligence and will in rational creatures show forth in a more perfect image the attributes of intellect and will in their author and original source. All created goodness, whether physical or moral, proclaims the essential excellence and sanctity of God. He is the source of life, and is, therefore, the living God. All the active forces of nature witness to his power,

UM ebb.

The devout Mussulman, one who has arrived at an intelligent comprehension of the true teachings of the Prophet, lives in his religion and makes it the paramount principle of his existence. It is with him in all his goings and comings during the day, and he is never so completely occupied with his business or worldly affairs that he cannot turn his back upon them when the stated hour of prayer arrives and present his soul to God. His love, his sorrows, his hopes, his fears are all immersed in it—it is his last thought when he lies down to sleep at night, and the first to enter his mind at dawn, when the voice of the Muezzin sings out loudly and clearly from the minaret of the mosque, waking the soft echoes of the morn with its thrilling, solemn, majestic monotones, "Come to prayer; prayer is better than sleep."

THE CROWNING DAY THAT'S

COMING.

Rise and not rest, but press

From earth's level where blindly creep
Things perfected, more or less,
To the heaven's height, far and steep.

Where, amid what strifes and storms
May wait the adventurous quest,
Power is Love-transports, transforms
Who aspired from worst to best,
Sought the soul's world, spurned the worms'.

I have faith such end shall be:

From the first, Power was

Life has made clear to me

-I knew.

That, strive but for closer view,

Love were as plain to see.

When see? When there dawns a day,

If not on the homely earth,

Then yonder, worlds away,

Where the strange and new have birth,

And power comes full in play.

ROBERT BROWNING.