Properly, thou hast no other knowledge, but what thou hast got by working.-Blessed is he, who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness! He has a work— a life purpose; he has found it and will follow it. How— as a free-flowing channel dug and torn by noble force through the sour mud-swamp of one's existence, like an ever-deepening river-there it runs and flows, draining off the sour festering water gradually from the root of the remotest grass-blade; making, instead of pestilential swamps, a clear fruitful meadow with its clear flowing stream. Hast thou valued patience, courage, perseverance, openness to light, or readiness to own thyself mistaken, to do better next time? All these, all virtues, in wrestling with the dim brute powers of fact, in ordering of thy fellows in such wrestle, there, and elsewhere not at all, thou wilt continually learn. CARLYLE.

So far as man opens his heart by performing acts of kindness, so far he accommodates his heart for the reception of love from God; and so far as man prepares his understanding by meditating upon the Word of God, so far he adapts it for the reception of faith from God. Just as a jeweller fits a diamond to receive and omit the brightness of the light according to his manner of cutting it. For faith is really and truly the effect upon the soul of light from God; in which light man sees clearly, and believes, therefore, what he sees. Christian faith in particular, is the sight of God in Christ, "in Whom dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily."

The light of the sun is not, in the orb itself, what we see it in the rainbow. There, it is one candid, uniform, perfect blaze of glory: here, we separate its perfections in the various attributes of red, yellow, blue, purple, and what else the subtle optician so nicely distinguishes. But still the solar light is not less real in the rainbow than it is in its unclouded beam. Just so it is with the Divine Nature it is one simple individual perfection in the Godhead Himself: but, when refracted and divaricated in passing through the human mind, it becomes Power, Justice, Mercy; which are all separately and adequately represented to the understanding. WARBURTON.

Those who are much conversant with intellectual men will observe, I think, that the particular action of self-love, by which their minds are most frequently warped from wisdom, is that which belongs to the pride and pleasure taken in the exercise of the argumentative faculty; whence it arises, that that faculty is enabled to assert a preponderance over its betters.- -In some discussions a wise man will be silenced by argumentation, only because he knows that the question should be determined by considerations which lie beyond the reach of argumentative exhibition. And, indeed, in all but scientific questions, arguments are not to be submitted to by the judgment as first in command; rather, they are to be used as auxiliaries and pioneers; the judgment should profit by them to the extent of the services they can render; but, after their work is done, it should come to its conclusions upon its own free survey. HENRY TAYLOR.

For Reason, noble sense! is mental sight,

The world of thought its field, and God its light.

He that knows, looks down on the object of his knowledge; he that believes, looks up to the object of his faith. H. ALFORD.

It is, when we are overcome and the pride of intellect vanquished before the truth of nature, when instead of coming to a logical decision we are led to bow in profound reverence before the mysteries of life, when we are led back to childhood or up to God by some powerful revelation of the sage or minstrel—it is then, our nature grows. To this end is all art. Exquisite vocalism, beautiful statuary and painting, and all true literature have not for their great object to employ the ingenuity of prying critics or furnish the world with a set of new ideas, but to move their whole nature by the perfection and truthfulness of their appeal. There is a certain atmosphere exhaled from the inspired page of genius, which gives vitality to the sentiments and through these quickens the mental powers. And this is the chief good of books.

H. T. TUCKERMAN.

What thou art in thyself, is a type of the common creation,
For, in the universe, life, order, existence are one.
Look to the world of mind; hath soul no law that con-
trols it?

Elements many in one build up the temple of thought;

And when the building is just, the feeling of truth is the offspring;

Truth! how great is thy might e'en in the breast of a child!

Constant swayeth within us a living balance, that weighs all Truth and order and right, measures and ponders,

and feels.

Passions arouse the breast; the tongue, swift-seized by the impulse,

Wisely (if wisdom be there) follows the law of the soul. KNEBEL, for Quarterly Review."

Every created object consists of a substance, and has also an organization or, at least, form; for instance, vegetable substance, in the form of leaf. The substance through the form performs the function or use of the object.

The mind of man in like manner consists of a substance, the will-wishing-or love-principle; this exists in an organization or forms of thought. When the loveprinciple wishes to be of use, it moulds or moves about its forms of thought into a plan, in which it works upon the outward world of nature or of spirit, and thus carries out its plan into effect-the use intended. In this manner love plans and performs uses. The working out a plan into use is called energy.

The Essence of God, is Love. His Form, seen in the plan of creation, is called Wisdom; reflected in the human mind, Truth; stamped upon material objects, Beauty. The energy of His Love and Wisdom, is Power, living

motion, or life itself. All His Essence, Form, and Power are embodied in One, the Divine Man. Out of nothing, nothing can come, hence all things are from God. And in Christ, creation (every thing in nature, existing as to essential principles in the human body) came back, reduced to order, and revolves as in a perpetual spiral from the Infinite I AM.

Oh Thou! who strength and wisdom sheddest
O'er all Thy countless works below,

And harmony and beauty spreadest

On lands unmoved and seas that flow!
From grains and motes to spheres uncounted,
From deep beneath to suns above,
My gaze with awe and joy has mounted
And found in all thy ordering love.

And deep and vast beyond our wonder

The links of power that bind the whole;
While day and dusk, and breeze and thunder,
And life and death, unceasing roll.

While all is wheel'd in endless motion,
Thou changest not, upholding all;
And, lifting man in pure devotion,

Which thou hast made the strength of man,

May ebb and flow through day and season,

And oft may mar their seeming plan.