February 21st.

February 22nd.

February 24th.

February 23rd. ́

ONE of God's treasures for the poor!
She keepeth open heart and door.
That heart a holy well of wealth,
Brimming life-waters, quick with health;
That door an opening you look through,
To find God our side of heaven's blue.

Look on the bright side of all earthly things;
Despair not of thy life, nor hopeless mourn:
Thy sorrow soon shall spread her sable wings,
For night is darkest just before the dawn.

Gerald Massey.

E. L.

February 24th.

A MAIDEN never bold,

Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blushed at itself.

Shakespeare.

WHY do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Campbell.

February 25th.

HOPE on, hope ever! Yet the time shall come,
When man to man shall be a friend and brother,
And this old earth shall be a blessed home,
And all earth's family love one another;-
Hope on, hope ever!

WHAT to thee is shadow, to Him is day,
And the end He knoweth ;

And not on a blind and aimless way

The Spirit goeth.

Gerald Massey.

Whittier.

D

February 26th.

SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,

One foot on sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

HE saw the crime

(Touching all future pleasures with a slime),
To stand before a true task face to face,
Then turn away, though secret the disgrace.
Man's life is double: hard its dues to give
Within, without, and thus completely live.

February 27th.

How must a spirit late escaped from earth,
The truth of things new-blazing in his eye,
Look back astonished on the ways of men,
Whose lives' whole drift is to forget their graves!

Shakespeare.

William Allingham.

Young.

THERE was awe in the homage which she drew;
Her spirit seemed as seated on a throne,

Apart from the surrounding world, and strong

In its own strength-most strange in one so young.

Byron.

February 28th.

FLOWERS are lovely; love is flower-like;

Friendship is a sheltering tree;

Oh! the joys that came down shower-like,
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,
Ere I was old!

LEARN the mystery of Progression duly :

Do not call each glorious change, Decay;
But know, we only hold our treasures truly,
When it seems as if they passed away.

Coleridge.

Adelaide A. Procter.

February 27th.

February 28th.