are ambitious in a laugh. Thomas Moore used to write down his jokes, and read them before going out to dine. Have we not all known men whose reputation for levity was so great that their very rising in a public assembly set going a ripple of laughter before they had opened their lips. Well, there are worse things in the world than a laugh, but no earnest man will make a business of it. Again the Christian ideal of a manly life involves the consecration of life to great designs. One of the merchant princes of Philadelphia, in the latter and prosperous period of his life, made it a rule to build at his own cost one church every year. When he began his career he was a mechanic, engaged in making trinkets such as are sold in fancy stores. He was an expert workman, and well-to-do at his trade. But one day, as he bent over his work-bench, the thought came to him: "This is a small business; I am manufacturing little things, and things useless to the world." It was no sin, but it did not seem to him a man's work. It made him restless till he changed his trade, and became as expert in the manufacture of locomotives, as he had been before in that of ear-rings and gewgaws. That was one way in which Christianity put into a man a spirit of aspiration to do great things. It made a man of him, to think that the product of his hand and brain would race over a continent, and develop the civilization of an empire. Christianity has bestowed on the world a magnificent gift in the single principle of the dignity of labor. It is a sublime thing to work for one's living. To do well the thing a man is created for is a splendid achieveA rich fool once said to a rising lawyer: "I remember the time when you had to black my father's 66 boots, sir." "Did I not do them well?" was the reply, and it spoke inborn greatness. Our Lord disclosed the same spirit when in His early boyhood He said to grayheaded and reverend men: Wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?" Every Christian young man has his Father's business to attend to, and he is not a full-grown man till he gets about it. From this aspiring spirit springs another element of Christian earnestness. It is the resolve to give life to the same objects for which Christ lived. In this the Christian theory of life culminates. There is no such thing as a Christian life which is not in this respect Christ-like. Trades and professions, and recreations even, can be made Christ-like. He was a mistaken and untrained Christian who gave up a large practice at the bar, because, he said, a man could not be a Christian lawyer. A man can be a Christian anything that is necessary to the welfare of mankind. Let a man once get thoroughly wrought into and through his whole being the fact that this world is to be converted to Jesus Christ, and that his own business here is to work into line with God's enterprise in this thing, and he cannot help realizing in his own person the Christian theory of living. He will meditate on it, he will study it, he will inform himself about it, he will talk of it, he will work for it, he will dream of it, he will give his money to it, if need be he will suffer for it and die for it. Such a life of active, thoughtful sympathy with Christ will make a man of anybody. No matter who or what he is, no matter how poor, how ignorant, how small in the world's esteem, such a life will make him a great man. Angels will respect him; God will own him. AUSTIN PHELPS, D. D. ELL THE BISHOP'S VISIT. you about it? Of course, I will! I thought 'twould be dreadful to have him come, And made me unharness the parlor chairs, Then every room was turned upside down, And all the carpets hung out to blow; For when the Bishop is coming to town, The house must be in order, you know. So out in the kitchen I made my lair, For the Bishop was coming-to stay a week And she must make cookies and cakes and pies, Well, at last he came; and I do declare, Dear grandpapa, he looked just like you, With his gentle voice and his silvery hair, And eyes with a smile a-shining through. And whenever he read, or talked, or prayed, And I wasn't the leastest bit afraid, Though I never once spoke or stirred; Till, all of a sudden, he laughed right out All about Egypt and Spain-and then And he thinks it no matter at all If a little boy runs and jumps and climbs; And Bridget, sir, made a great mistake, But though he's so honored in words and act- EMILY HUNTINGTON NASON. THE ENGINEERS' MAKING LOVE. T'S noon when "Thirty-five" is due, IT'S An' she comes on time, like a flash of light, An' you hear her whistle, "Toot-tee-too!" Long 'fore the pilot swings in sight. Bill Maddon's drivin' her in to-day, An' he's callin' his sweetheart, far away— Six-five A. M. there's a local comes Makes up at Bristol, runnin' east ; Every one knows who Jack White calls- At six-fifty-eight you can hear "Twenty-one" Jehu Davis sends into your dreams; But I don't mind it; it makes me grin- Loud as a throat of brass can bawl- But at one-fifty-one old "Sixty-four"- |