of fiction, and we forget that it concerns immortal beings, who cannot be swept away, -- who are what they were, however this earth may change.

And so, again, all the names we see written on monuments in churches or churchyards. All the writers whose names and works we see in libraries; all the workmen who raised the great buildings, far and near, which are the wonder of the world; they are all in God's remembrance-they all live.

It is the same with those whom we ourselves have seen, who are now departed. I do not now speak of those whom we have known and loved. These we cannot forget, we cannot rid our memory of them;

but I speak of all whom we have seen it is also true that they live; where, we know not, but live they do. We may recollect when children, perhaps, once seeing a person, and it is almost like a dream to us now that we did. It seems like an accident, which goes and is all over -like some creature of the moment, which has no existence beyond it. The rain falls, and the wind blows, and showers and storms have no existence beyond the time when we felt them; they are nothing in themselves. But if we have but once seen any child of Adam, we have seen an immortal soul. It has not passed away as a breeze or a sunshine, but it lives; it lives at this moment in one of those many places,

whether of bliss or misery, in which all souls are reserved unto the end. -J. H. NEWMAN.

XXVIII.

THERE is no narrowing so deadly as the narrowing of man's horizon of spiritual things; no worse evil could befall him in his course here, than to lose sight of Heaven. And it is not civilisation that can prevent this; it is not civilisation that can compensate for it. No widening of science, no conquest, I say not over nature and ignorance, but over wrong and selfishness in society,-no possession of abstract truth, can indemnify us for an enfeebled hold on the highest and central truths of humanity.

"What shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"-the soul which feels itself accountable, that owns sin and aspires after goodness, which can love and worship God, and hope for immortality; the soul which can rejoice with trembling in God's Grace, and dare to look forward to being like Him.— R. W. CHURCH, Dean of St. Paul's.

XXIX.

DEFOE says that there were a

hundred thousand stout coun

try fellows in his time ready to fight for the death against popery, without knowing whether popery was a man or a horse.-HAZLITT.

XXX.

THIS is the thing which I KNOW, and which, if you labour faithfully, you shall know also: that in Reverence is the chief joy and power of life,-Reverence for what is pure and bright in your own youth; for what is true and tried in the age of others; for all that is gracious among the living, great among the dead, and marvellous in the Powers that cannot die.-J. RUSKIN (Lectures on Art).

XXXI.

STAYING with Mr. Macaulay,

a Scotch minister at Calder,