relieve it.

--Oliver Goldsmith.

Yet I believe that somewhere, soon or late,
A peace will fall
Upon the angry reaches of my mind;
A peace initiate
In some heroic hour when I behold
A friend's long-quested triumph, or unbind
The tressed gold
From a child's laughing face. I still believe--
So much believe.

--J. Drinkwater.

But whoso hath the world's goods, and beholdeth his brother in need,
and shutteth up his compassion from him, how doth the love of God
abide in him?

--1 John 3. 17.

Almighty God, may I have a liberal heart. Grant that I may feel the
needs of thy children in all lands; and may I be willing to give of
thy blessings, as I am ready to receive them. May my tribute be not
only of tender thoughts and kind words, but may I give of myself, and
of what I have, as thou hast through love and wisdom done for me.
Amen.

APRIL FIFTH

Elihu Yale born 1648.

Sir Henry Havelock born 1795.

Frank Stockton (Francis) born 1834.

Algernon Charles Swinburne born 1837.

As morning hears before it run
The music of the mounting sun,
And laughs to watch his trophies won
From darkness, and her hosts undone,
And all the night becomes a breath,
Nor dreams that fear should hear and flee
The summer menace of the sea,
So hear our hope what life may be,
And know it not for death.

--Algernon Charles Swinburne.

I came from God, and I'm going back to God, and I won't have any
gaps of death in the middle of my life.

--George MacDonald.

The hope of the righteous shall be gladness;
But the expectation of the wicked shall perish.

--Proverbs 10. 28.

Lord God, teach me the way and show me the light of the eternal day;
and may the vision fill my soul as I take courage and follow it. May I
not be fearful of what may be provided, but remember that before the
creation of life thou didst have a purpose in death. May I be
trustful. Amen.

APRIL SIXTH

Albert Duerer died 1528.

James Mill born 1773.

Jean Baptiste Rousseau born 1669.

Even if the sacrifices which are made to duty and virtue are painful
to make, they are well repaid by the sweet recollections which they
leave at the bottom of the heart.

--Jean B. Rousseau.

I am the man of a thousand loves,
A thousand loves have I;
And all my loves are white-w