ing, and Jehovah be with thee.

--1 Chronicles 22. 16.

Gracious Father, help me to take of the wealth of my day, while it is
in season, and accessible. May I not be ignorant of the abundance in
which I live, and be found in overwhelming regret. Forgive me for all
that I have missed in life, and make me more watchful of that which is
to come. Amen.

MARCH

Spring still makes spring in the mind,
When sixty years are told;
Love makes anew this throbbing heart,
And we are never old.
Over the winter glaciers,
I see the summer glow,
And through the wild-piled snowdrift
The warm rosebuds below.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson.

MARCH FIRST

Alexander Balfour born 1767.

Frederick Francois Chopin born 1809.

Augustus Saint-Gaudens born 1848.

William Dean Howells born 1837.

Thy soul shall enter on its heritage
Of God's unuttered wisdom. Thou shalt sweep
With hand assured the ringing lyre of life,
Till the fierce anguish of its bitter strife,
Its pain, death, discord, sorrow, and despair,
Break into rhythmic music. Thou shalt share
The prophet-joy that kept forever glad
God's poet-souls when all a world was sad.
Enter and live! Thou hast not lived before.

--S. Weir Mitchell.

Return unto thy rest, O my soul;
For Jehovah hath dealt bountifully with thee.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death,
Mine eyes from tears,
And my feet from falling.

--Psalm 116. 7, 8.

Almighty God, grant that I may never be so discouraged that I feel my
life has been spent. Help me to so live, that I may not follow into
hopeless days, but look for the bright and beautiful in to-morrow.
Forgive me for all that I have asked for and accepted through willful
judgment, and make me more careful in selecting my needs. Amen.

MARCH SECOND

Juvenal born A.D. 40.

John Wesley died 1791.

Horace Walpole died 1797.

Nature never says one thing, Wisdom another.

--Juvenal.

By all means, use some times to be alone;
Salute thyself--see what thy soul doth wear;
Dare to look in thy chest, for 'tis thine own,
And tumble up and down what thou findest there.

--William Wordsworth.

Lonesomeness is part of the cost of power. The higher you climb, the
less can you hope for companionship. The heavier and the more
immediate the responsibility, the less can a man