ez born 1599.

Pierre Corneille born 1606.

Nathan Hale born 1755.

Sir John Stainer born 1840.

These stones that make the meadow brooklet murmur
Are the keys on which it plays.
O'er every shelving rock its touch grows firmer,
Resounding notes to raise.

If every path o'er which footsteps wander,
Were smooth as ocean strand,
There were no theme for gratitude and wonder
At God's delivering hand.

--W. E. Winks.

We also rejoice in our tribulations: knowing that tribulation
worketh steadfastness; and steadfastness, approvedness; and
approvedness, hope.

--Romans 5. 3, 4.

My Father, if rain may come to-day, may I realize its help, with the
power of the sun, to increase life; and may its influence be sweet and
wholesome to me, as I learn that sadness is temporary and will
disappear with the coming of gladness. May I go search for the joy
that may be mine to-day. Amen.

JUNE SEVENTH

Robert Bruce died 1329.

George Bryan (Beau Brummel) born 1778.

Rev. W.D. Conybeare born 1787.

When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead--
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken
Loved accents are soon forgot.

--Percy Bysshe Shelley.

A slip of the rose may take root, and bring forth a bloom to give
peace to the soul. A slip of the tongue may take root, and bring
forth a thorn that will torture the soul.

--M.B.S.

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of
itself, except it abide in the vine; so neither can ye, except ye
abide in me.

--John 15. 4.

Many of us, O Father, overlook the fragrance of the rose while we are
being pierced by its thorn. Increase my faith in life and in thee,
that I may not be dismayed over mysteries, but sincerely wait for
deliverance. Amen.

JUNE EIGHTH

Mohammed died 632.

Thomas Rickman born 1776.

Charles Reade born 1814.

John Everett Millais born 1829.

If one touch of nature makes the whole world kin, methinks that
sweet and wonderful thing sympathy is not less powerful. What golden
barriers, what ice of centuries, it can melt in a moment!

--Charles Reade.

If I had two loaves of bread, I would sell one to buy white
hyacinths to feed my soul.

--Mohamm