Coarse Gold

As in the silence of the night, the ear catches the least sound ; so, in the solitude of reflection, the niind detects soft and delicate stiains of thought, unheard in the büstle of the crowd. The doors of fietitious pleasure are often elosed and barred against us, that We inay be forced to seek the approaches to real and substantial happiness. While laboring for some great reward, we loarn that we receive an infinite number of losser ones ; the lesser genis clustering about the dazzling brilliant. God gives to man : man's greatest happiness must consist in doing and giving to others. This growth of earth-experionce seerns like that of the oak rooted in the rock ; hard and blind work is it fórcing the way into the ledge crevices; yet that root must first so descend ere the trunk can i 11 the sunlight rear itself - ere it can rejoice in leaf, bud, blossom, and fruit. The cynic, while despising his fcllows, forgets that without thom to hear and appreciate his sa'rcasm, he would become, through isolation, the most miserable of ïnortals. Wit, humor, and badinage need to be kept under careful control. We endure anJ expect the playful scratch from our cat's paw, but not her savage bite. To brood over ills which may happen in ene future, is to niake of imagination an ever-present reality. What we think we need is riches ; .our real desire is for a place, esteem, regard, appreciation, love, in the heart of hu inanity. To husband strength, mental and physical - to husband and govern power, passion, every impulse and every attribute of our nature, so that there may ever be with us the reserve-strength for use a.nd enjoyment - is one of the chief socrets of happiness. Excess in pleasure or enjoyment is the bane of life. To stop a little short of the point of rcpletion is the golden secret. Humanity, each individual shut up within hiniBelf - shut up in reticence, secrecy, and selfishness - becomes as barren of truc life and emotion as the dry sands of the sea-shore. Humanity, honestly revealed one to another as to inmost thoughts, emotions, and aspirations, beeomes the closer knit together from its very separateness. Ia striving for the attainmojat of any object, the heart must be in the work for such attainment, and not set on the object. In the bitter contest with self, the best man may at times f al). The truu hero will then set to work, and for himoelf build tinother pedestal, broader, stronger, and higher than the last. The intellect that bases all aspiration and effort on the hope of winning some one exclusive love, leaves the shrine of Infinite Nature, and bows to that of the inferior and finite. In the hearts of others a manly selfreliance lays ïorner-stoncs oL regard,