us all the night through; and every phosphoric atom
there below is a sign that in the darkest night there is still the power
of light, ready to flash out wherever and however it is stirred.

_Prose Idylls_. 1849.

Passing Onward. November 3.

Liturgies are but temporary expressions of the Church's heart. The Bible
is the immutable story of her husband's love. _She_ must go on from
grace to grace, and her song must vary from age to age, and her ancient
melodies become unfitted to express her feelings; but He is the same for
ever.

_MS._ 1842.

See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,
Down the wild swirls of the dark-brimming stream;
So fleet the works of men back to their earth again--
Ancient and holy things pass like a dream.

_A Parable_. 1848.

The Divine Intention. November 4.

I am superstitious enough, thank God, to believe that not a stone or a
handful of mud gravitates into its place without the will of God; that it
was ordained, ages since, into what particular spot each grain of gold
should be washed down from an Australian quartz reef, that a certain man
might find it at a certain moment and crisis of his life.

_Science Lectures_.

Christ Weeping over Jerusalem. November 5.

That which is true of nations is true of individuals, of each separate
human brother of the Son of man. Is there one young life ruined by its
own folly--one young heart broken by its own wilfulness--or one older
life fast losing the finer instincts, the nobler aims of youth, in the
restlessness of covetousness, of fashion, of ambition? Is there one such
poor soul over whom Christ does not grieve? One to whom, at some supreme
crisis of their lives, He does not whisper--"Ah, beautiful organism--thou
too art a thought of God--thou too, if thou wert but in harmony with
thyself and God, a microcosmic _City of God_! Ah! that thou hadst
known--even thou--at least in this thy day--the things which belong to
thy peace"?

_MS. Sermon_. 1874.

Love Expansive. November 6.

The mystics think it wrong to love any created thing, because our whole
love should be given to God. But as flame increases by being applied to
many objects, so does love. He who loves God most loves God's creatures
most, and them for God's sake, and God for their sake.

_MS. Note-book_. 1843.

Still the same. November 7.

Those who die in the fear of God and in the faith of Christ do not really
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