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Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 26, Issue 63, 3 August 1915, Page 8

W °ROB O£_JAMSDOM. Kindreb Souls.—'mere is love which it 'iot the lovo only of the thoughtless and the young—there is a love which sees not with the eye, which hears not with the ears ; but in which soul is enamoured of soul. Tht cave-nursed Plato dreamed of such a love—lis followers have sought to imitate it; bui it is a love which only high and noble natures ■an conceive—it hath nothing in common with the sympathies and ties of coarse affecion.—E. B. Lytton. Good Deeds.—Live for something. Do ?ood, and leave behind you a monument ol virtue that the storms of time can never destroy. Write your name by kindness, love, and mercy on the hearts of the thousands you come in contact with year by year, and you will never be forgotten. : No; your name, your deeds, will be as legible on ;he heart you leave behind as the stars on the brow of evening. Good deeds will shin* is bright on the earth as the stars of heaven — Dr. Chalmers. Diligence.—The certainty that life caniot be long, and the probability that it will 3e much shorter than Nature allows, ought ;o awaken every man to the active prosecunon of whatever he is desirous to perform. It is true that no diligence can ascertain success; death may intercept the swiftest career ; but he who is cut oft in the midst of in honest undertaking has at least the concur of falling in his rank, and has fought :he battle, though he missed the victory. The Beauty of Holiness.—And perfect he day shall be when it is of all men understood that the beauty of holiness must be in abour as well as in rest. Nay, more, _if it nay be, in labour; in our strength rather, ban in our weakness; and in the choice o a 1 hat we shall work for through the six lays, and may know to be good at their svening time, rather than in the choice of vhat we pray for on the seventh, of reward nd repose.— Buskin. Fate.—There are three great principles if life which weave its warp and woof, tpparently incompatible with each other, yet they harmonise, and in their blending ;reate this strange life of ours. The first is, cur fate is in our own hands, and our olessedness and misery the exact result of cur own acts. The second is, " There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew .hem how we will." The third is, "The ■ace is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strongbut time and chance happen to hem all. Accident, human will, the shaping vill of things make up life.— f. W. Robertson.

Duty. —Duty, be it in a small matter ora \ great, is a duty still; the command of Heaven, the eldest voice of God. It is only hey who are faithlul in a few things who will be faithful over many things ; only they who do their duty in every-day and trivial natters who will fulfil them on great occasions. We all admire and honour the heroes >f Alma and Balaclava; we all trust in God .hat we should have done our duty also in heir place. The best test of this is— Can we do our duty in our own place ? Insight in Women.— Those who have mffered sharply, see keenly; and it is diffi:ult to conceal much from women. They lave the strangest facility in reading physioogical languages—tones, gestures, bearing, >nd all those countless signs which make he face and eyes such tell-tales of the soul 'hey will look into your eyes and see you hink, listen to your voice and hear you feel The coy and subtile world or emotion—now nfinitely timid and reticent, now all gates lung down for the floods to pour—is theh iomain. They are at home in it all, from :he rosy fogs of feeling to the twilight bor- I lers of intelligence. A Great Purpose. —There is something nexpressibly delightfnl in having the mind illed with a great and a noble purposesuch a purpose as may lawfully absorb all :he feelings of the heart, and kindle every iesire of the soul.- Who ever reared a iwelling perfect enough to meet the desires ){ the soul ? Who ever had the thirst quenched by drinking here ? And who ever tad an earthly object engrossing the heart which did not leave room for restlessness md a desire for change ? Not so when the ;lory of God fills the soul, and the eye is axed on that as the great end of life,—Dr. Vodd. Departed Friends.— The woodruff, that nolds up handfuls of little white crosses in ;he pleasant woods and shady glens, yields ao scent till its life has ebbed—beautiful ;mblem of those who delight us while they ive, out of the serene abundance of their iindly hearts, but whose richer value We anly begin to know when they are gone iway, and of whose white souls we then say inwardly, " He, being dead, yet ipeaketh.” So the hay-field, that rolls like sea-waves, is scentless when we pass it ancut; we hear the measured sweesh of scythe, death lays each green head low, and Ddour rises like mist.— Leo. H. Grindon. Patience. —All one’s life is a music, if one touches the notes rightly and in time. But there must be no hurry. There is no music In a ” rest”; but there is the making of music t n it; and people are always missing that part jf the life-melody, the scrambling on with>ut counting. Not that it is lazy to count, out nothing on which so much depends ever is lazy. People are always talking about 1 perseverance and courage and fortitude; but 1

patience is the finest and worthiest part of fortitude, and the rarest, too. For patience lies at the root of all pleasures as well as oi ill powers. Hope, herself, ceases to be herself, ceases to be happiness, when impatience companions her. Brave Living. —The man who is satisfied with any given state of things that we are likely to see on earth must have a creeping imagination ; on the other band, he who is oppressed by the ills around him, so as to stand gaping at them in horror, has a feeble will and a want of practical power, and allows his fancy to come in, like too much wavering light, upon his work, so that he does not see how to go on with it. A man of sagacity, while he apprehends a great deal of the evil around him, resolves what part of it he will be blind to for the present, in order to deal best with what he has in hand; and as to men of genius, they are not imprisoned or rendered partial even by their own experience of evil, much less are their' attacks upon it paralysed by their full consciousness of its large presence. —Sir Arthur Helps. The Holiness op Home.— What is mao without home affections, which, like so many roots, fix him firmly in the earth, and permit him to imbibe all the juices of life ? Energy, happiness—does it not all come from them? Without family life where would man learn to love, to associate, to deny himself ? A community in little—is it not it which teaches us how to live in the great one ? Such is the holiness of home, that to express our relation with God wo have been obliged to borrow the words invented for our family life. Men have named to-, —selves the sons of a Heavenly Father! (Vh! let us preserve these chains ol domestic union; do not let us unbind the human sheaf, and scatter its ears to all the caprices of chance, and of the winds, but let us rather enlarge this holy law. and let us carry the principles and the habits of home beyond its bounds; and, if it may be, let us realise the prayer of the Apostle of the Gentiles when he exclaimed to the new-born children of Christ, “ Be ye like-minded, having th« same love, being of one accord, of one mind,S —Ccuveitr*.