g; and Sir Christopher Wren in architecture,--the
works of art of such as these elevate and purify one's thought and
feeling. But the profoundest impressions that come to one from travel,
come alone from the works of nature. The Crystal Palace in London can
not compare in glory with the crystal ripples of a mid-ocean scene. The
botannical gardens of the Tuilleries in Paris do not stir the soul as
does the splendor of the Welsh mountains. The rockery plants of Phoenix
Park, Dublin, are insignificant compared with growths of ferns and moss
On the rock ledges of Bray's Head, south of Dublin. No panorama that man
has painted can equal the scene of Waterloo battle-field, observed from
the earthen mound near the fatal ravine. So, we shall always find it
true, that as the heavens are higher than the earth, so the thoughts of
God are higher than the thoughts of man, and his ways than man's ways.

X. HOME AND THE HOME-MAKER.

WHAT IS HOME?

"RECENTLY a London magazine sent out 1,000 inquiries on the question,
'What is home?' In selecting the classes to respond to the question it
was particular to see that every one was represented. The poorest and
the richest were given an equal opportunity to express their sentiment.
Out of eight hundred replies received, seven gems were selected as
follows:

"Home--A world of strife shut out, a world of love shut in.
"Home--The place where the small are great and the great are
small.
"Home--The father's kingdom, the mother's world, and the
child's paradise.
"Home--The place where we grumble the most and are treated
the best.
"Home--The center of our affection, round which our heart's
best wishes twine.
"Home--The place where our stomachs get three square meals
daily and our hearts a thousand.
"Home--The only place on earth where the faults and failings
of humanity are hidden under the sweet mantle of charity."

Dr. Talmage defines home, as "a church within a church, a republic
within a republic, a world within a world." Dr. Banks writes, "It is not
granite walls, or gaudy furniture, or splendid books, or soft carpets,
or delicious viands that can make a home. All of these may be present,
and yet it be only a dungeon, if the great simplicities are not there."
Sings one:

"Home's not merely roof and room,
Needs it something to endear it.
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind he