DOPTED CHILDREN.

But whatever your heredity, let me say, you may be sons and daughters
of the Lord God Almighty. Estranged children from the homestead come
back through the open gate of adoption. There is royal blood in our
veins. There are crowns in our escutcheon. Our Father is King. Our
Brother is King. We may be kings and queens unto God forever. Come and
sit down on the ivory bench of the palace. Come and wash in the
fountains that fall into the basins of crystal and alabaster. Come and
look out of the upholstered window upon gardens of azalea and
amaranth. Hear the full burst of the orchestra while you banquet with
potentates and victors. Oh, when the text sweeps backward, let it not
stop at the cradle that rocked your infancy, but at the cradle that
rocked the first world, and when the text sweeps forward, let it not
stop at your grave, but at the throne on which you may reign forever
and ever! "Whose son art thou, thou young man?" Son of God! Heir of
mortality! Take your inheritance!

THE MOTHER OF ALL.

"And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he
slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh
instead thereof; and the rib, which the Lord God had taken from
man, made He a woman, and brought her unto the man."--GENESIS
2:21, 22.

It is the first Saturday afternoon in the world's existence. Ever
since sunrise Adam has been watching the brilliant pageantry of wings
and scales and clouds, and in his first lessons in zoology and
ornithology and ichthyology he has noticed that the robins fly the air
in twos, and that the fish swim the water in twos, and that the lions
walk the fields in twos, and in the warm redolence of that Saturday
afternoon he falls off into slumber; and as if by allegory to teach
all ages that the greatest of earthly blessings is sound sleep, this
paradisaical somnolence ends with the discovery on the part of Adam of

A CORRESPONDING INTELLIGENCE

just landed on the new planet. Of the mother of all the living I
speak--Eve, the first, the fairest and the best.

I make me a garden. I inlay the paths with mountain moss, and I border
them with pearls from Ceylon and diamonds from Golconda. Here and
there are fountains tossing in the sunlight, and ponds that ripple
under the paddling of the swans. I gather me lilies from the Amazon,
and orange groves from the tropics, and tamarinds from Goyaz. There
are woodbine and honey-suckle c