UT SAINTS

_'What are these that glow from afar,_
_These that lean over the golden bar,_
_Strong as the lion, pure as the dove,_
_With open arms and hearts of love?_
_They the blessed ones gone before,_
_They the blessed for evermore._
_Out of great tribulation they went_
_Home to their home of Heaven-content;_
_Through flood or blood or furnace-fire,_
_To the rest that fulfils desire.'_

_CHRISTINA ROSSETTI._

_St. Patrick's three orders of
Saints: 'a glory on the mountain
tops: a gleam on the sides of the
hills: a few faint lights in the
valleys.'_

_'The Lord is King in His Saints,
He guards them, and guides them
with His mighty power, into His
kingdom of glory and eternal rest,
where they find joy, and peace,
and rest eternal.'--GEORGE FOX._

A TALK ABOUT SAINTS

_'What is a Saint? How I do wish I knew!'_

_A little girl asked herself this question a great many years ago, as
she sat looking up at a patch of sunset cloud that went sailing past
the bars of her nursery window late one Sunday afternoon; but the
window was small and high up, and the cloud sailed by quickly._

_As she watched it go, little Lois wished that she was back in her own
nursery at home, where the windows were large and low down, and so
near the floor that even a small girl could see out of them easily.
Moreover, her own windows had wide window-sills that she could sit on,
with toy-cupboards underneath._

_There were no toy-cupboards in this old-fashioned nursery, where Lois
was visiting, and not many toys either. There was a doll's house, that
her mother used to play with when she was a little girl; but the dolls
in it were all made of wood and looked stiff and stern, and one
hundred years older than the dolls of to-day, or than the children
either, for that matter. Besides, the doll's house might not be opened
on Sundays._

_So Lois turned again to the window, and looking up at it, she wished,
as she had wished many times before on this visit, that it was rather
lower down and much larger, and that the window ledge was a little
wider, so that she could lean upon it and see wh