has been added to bodily exhaustion. My sense of hearing has never deceived me, except that during my girlhood, in frequent nervous states of mind, all sounds would strike my ears discontinuously, that is, with a time-beat as sharp and rhythmical as the movement of the bâton by an orchestral conductor.

Several years ago, one of my sisters was taken ill with typhoid fever. I was not strong enough to be of any assistance in her chamber, so I undertook to finish some work that she had begun, and became daily more and more worn out in my endeavors to carry it on. Anxiety, added to fatigue, finally brought back the old visions, which had not troubled me continuously for some years. Animals of all kinds, men, women, glaring-eyed giants, passed before or around me until I often felt as though I were surrounded by a circle of magic lanterns, and would sometimes place the back of my chair against a wall, that at least my ghosts should not keep me constantly turning, as they passed behind me. One evening, feeling too tired to sit up for the latest report of my sister, which my mother brought me regularly, I went to bed, leaving my door wide open, so that the gas from the adjoining entry sent a stream of light across one-half of my little chamber, leaving the rest somewhat in shadow. Soon, I saw my mother walk slowly into the room, and stop at the foot of the bed. I remember feeling surprised that I had not heard her footstep as she came through the passage. "Well?" I said inquiringly. No answer, but she took two or three steps toward the side of the bed, and stopped again. "What is the matter?" I exclaimed. Still no reply; but again she moved slowly toward me. Thoroughly frightened by this ominous silence, I sprang up in bed, saying, "Why don't you speak to me?" Until then, her back had been turned to the door; but, as I last spoke, she turned, almost touching my arm, and the light falling on her face showed me an entire stranger. She had heavy dark hair; and her face, quite young, was pale, and, though calm, very sad.... As I stared at her in speechless amazement, she fell to the floor. I instantly stooped over the side of the bed. To my consternation, there was nothing to be seen. Accustomed as I was to ghosts, if there had been anything in the least shadowy about my visitor, I should have suspected her tangibility; but, so well defined was she, so vividly was her reality impressed upon me, that I could not believe that she had vanished.... Visions, etc., p. 26, ff.

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For many are called, but few are chosen.... We are rather to understand by the chosen those whom God has selected from the number of the invited as worthy to share the blessings of his kingdom. But these can neither be the earthly-minded, who spurned the invitation altogether, nor those who wished indeed to have a share in the kingdom of God, but not to practise [literally, "to actualize in themselves"] the righteousness which belongs to it. They are only the few who by actual possession and practice [literally, "actualization," Verwirklichung] of this righteousness have become worthy members

of the kingdom.- Bernhard Weiss (Das Matthäusevangelium und seine Lucas-Parallelen erklärt, Halle, 1876, p. 472). Compare his Biblical Theology, 830, d, vol. i., p. 137, English translation.

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A warm heart requires a cool head.... Think like the wise, but talk like ordinary people. . . . Trust not the man who promises with an oath.... Never expect excellence from a vain-glorious boaster. Give not thy tongue too great a liberty, lest it take thee prisoner.— Samuel Maunder.

...

One of the advantages of the negative part assigned to women in life is that they are seldom forced to commit themselves. They can, if they choose, remain perfectly passive while a great many things take place in regard to them: they need not account for what they do not do. From time to time, a man must show his hand; but, save for one supreme exchange, a woman need never show hers. She moves in mystery as long as she likes; and mere reticence in her, if she is young and fair, interprets itself as good sense and good taste.W. D. Howells (The Lady of the Aroostook, p. 52).

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She

I give thoughts words, and words truth, and truth boldness. whose honest freeness makes it her virtue to speak what she thinks will make it her necessity to think what is good.—John Marston. Page 217.

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To vent her prowess in a storm of words;
And to the valiant action speaks alone.

True courage scorns

Tobias Smollett (The Regicide).

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I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven;

The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

Phoebe H. Brown.

QUOTATION INDEX.

Arnold, Matthew, 10, 30, 32, 58, 91, 110, Brown, John, Dr., 168.

Byron, George Gordon, Ld., 12, 121, 174, Davidson, Samuel, 17, 22, 182.

Carlyle, Thomas, 13, 76, 80, 123, 184, 209, Dekker, Thomas, 79.

Chesterfield, Earl of (P. D. Stanhope), 99. Draper, J. W., 183.

Child, Lydia M., 11, 76, 259, 263.

Conway, Moncure D., 1, 32, 53, 58, 61, Fairbairn, Angus, 250.