hereditary guilt.

"The light is suspended by a chain wrapt about the wrist of the
figure, shewing that the light which reveals sin appears to the
sinner also to chain the hand of Christ. The light which proceeds
from the head of the figure, on the contrary, is that of the hope of
salvation; it springs from the crown of thorns, and, though itself
sad, subdued, and full of softness, is yet so powerful that it
entirely melts into the glow of it the forms of the leaves and
boughs, which it crosses, shewing that every earthly object must be
hidden by this light, where its sphere extends."--_Ruskin, "Arrows of
the Chace._"
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LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT

Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on;
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Should'st lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and spite of fears
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!
--_John Henry Newman_.

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NOW THE DAY IS OVER

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal along the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep;
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose:
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.

Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise,
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
--_S. Baring-Gould_.

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[Illustration]
THE LITTLE MOTHER
By Ferruzzi
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A FAREWELL