s.

--William Ellery Channing.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay;
And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
And he put a new song in my mouth.

--Psalm 40. 2, 3.

My Father, I pray that I may have patience to live through the
difficulties of life. May I correct my faults, that they may not
destroy my peace and take from me my strength; help me to center my
life in brightness and hope. Amen.

NOVEMBER TWENTY-FIRST

Claude Lorraine died 1682.

Bryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall) born 1787.

Mary Johnston born 1870.

There is not a creature from England's king
To the peasant that delves the soil,
Who knows half the pleasures the seasons bring
If he had not his share of toil.

--Barry Cornwall.

It may be proved, with much certainty, that God intends no man to
live in this world without working; but it seems to me no less
evident that he intends every man to be happy in his work. Now, in
order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are
needed: they must be fit for it; and they must not do too much of
it; and they must have a sense of success in it.

--John Ruskin.

Let him labor, working with his hands the thing that is good, that
he may have whereof to give to him that hath need.

--Ephesians 4. 28.

My Father, if my work seems hard to-day, may I not cease working if I
grow weary, but may my strength be renewed to continue my work. May
the aim of my work be to please thee, and to help in the progress of
humanity. Amen.

NOVEMBER TWENTY-SECOND

Saint Cecilia martyred A.D. 230.

Sir Henry Havelock died 1857.

Justin M'Carthy born 1830.

Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,
My garden makes a desert spot,
Sometimes a blight upon the tree
Takes all my fruit away from me;
And then with throes of bitter pain
Rebellious passions rise and swell;
And so I sing and all is well.

--Paul Laurence Dunbar.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like benediction
That follows after prayer.

--Henry W. Longfellow.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

--Percy Bysshe Shelley.

David took the harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was
refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.

--1 Samuel 16. 23.

Almighty G