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means of growth and enlargement. If we have a severe trial, perhaps we can develop unusual patience and teach other men a lesson of pa tience. If we are deprived of some things, perhaps we can make even better use of the things we have. If we belong to a very small community or attend a little-known school, it may be that we can do unusually good work in our small place, and help the world in our small way. If our circumstances are very poor and our limitations many, who can prevent us from making "kingdoms out of back yards" even, and building pyramids at our scanty doorsteps? If the truth were known, it would be found that all who have ever done anything worth while, have had to struggle against some han dicap. They have simply fought their battles with God's help, have made the best of their difficulties, and have gone on to do their work. ? Edgar Whittaker "Work, D. D. THE HIGHER LAW. The yonnjr man who had been examining the row of sinning instruments that lined the operating room turned abrutly to the great surgeon. "Of course you do not believe in the fool ishness called prayer," he said. "And why not?" the surgeon asked, as he held a delicate instrument critically to the light. "What! A young man with your scientific training," the younger man exclaimed in sur prise. "And why not?" the 1 ^en-faced elderly man repeated. "Oh, come now, doctor," the young man said, smiling. "Surely you cannot believe that God would upset all the laws of nature to grant the request of some one of His creatures. You know how inexorable are the laws of na ture." "That's exactly why I believe so strongly in the efficacy of prayer." The words were spoken quietly but with evident seriousness. "Explain the riddle, please," the other de manded, and his manner was grave now. "Why, that's easy enough to do," the sur geon said. "Prayer ? or rather faith, which is the motive of prayer ? is just as much a force of nature as gravity. The skeptics seem to think that if a prayer were answered all the laws of nature would be smashed to pieces. That is not necessarily the case. Let me illustrate : Why does this instrument that I hold in my hand not fall to the floor?" "WTiy, because you are sustaining it." "Exactly. And yet the law of gravitation is not wrecked or denied. It is merely super seded for the moment by a higher law ? the law of life. "Now, as we ascend in nature we find this ? the basic laws of a higher plane have just this power of overruling some of the laws of a lower plane. "Gravity is a great law in the inorganic world. It is still a law in the organic world, but the great law of the organic world ? the law of life ? -is superior to it. The plant thrusts its stem upward in the face of gravity; man walks about in defiance of it. "Then why may there not be a law in the next plane of nature ? the spiritual ? that, just as naturally, supersedes some of the laws of the organic world? The plan reaches down in to the inorganic world, and grasping the dead atoms there endows them with life and the ability to rise superior to the force of gravity. May not the spiritual world do as much for the material world without outraging a single law of nature?'* "Why ? why, I guess it could," the young man stammered. "It not only could ? it does," the surgeon declared emphatically. "Then there is something in prayer after all?" "The effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man availetli much," the doctor quoted. "I tell you, my friend, prayer changes things." And the young man knew from the light on the older man's face that here was one man at least for whom prayer had changed things ? many things. ? Selected. ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP. Rocked in the cradle of the deep I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest "upon the wave, For thou, O Lord! hast power to save. I know thou wilt not slight my call. For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful shall I sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. When in the dead of night I lie And g&ze upon the trackless sky. The star-bespangled heavenly scroll, The boundless waters aa-they roll ? I feel thy wondrous power to save From perils of the stormy wave: Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I calmly rest and soundly sleep. - " And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine. Or though the tempest's fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death. In ocean cave, still safe with thee The germ of immortality!r And calm and peaceful shall I sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. ? Emma Hart Willard. THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS. A woman had gone to her pastor in a reT peutant spirit because of wasted months. Since a friend had asked her, "What are you doing definitely for the Lord, nowadays!" she had been restless and unhappy. She knew that she was doing no definite work. So she asked for something to do. "Go to Mrs. Jewett; she will give you some thing to do," her pastor said. "You mean Mrs. Jewett, the old missionary?" the caller asked, surprised. "Yes," the pastor said. "I know that she is a shut-in, but think what, that means to her! For more than forty years she toiled in India with her husband. She has known all her life what work for her Mas ter means. Now that she is alone, a shut-in, and so lonely without her husband, she finds her greatest pleasure in carrying on active work through others." With a doubting heart as to how much Mrs. Jewett could help her, the woman went as she had been told to go. On the way she met two boys. "Where have you been, boys?" she asked them. "We went to return some books to Mrs. Jewett," one replied. "Say, she's great! She sort of makes a fellow feel that the one thing he does not own is his time. She has helped us a lot." And. Mrs. Jewett helped the dissatisfied wo man. She set her to work for others, and helped her to realize that there is no work worth while that does not have Christ for the center. From an indolent, selfish Christian the visi tor became first superintendent of the Home Department of her church, then district super intendent, then State superintendent, next a still wider field of usefulness became hers. "The Master said that the field is the world," the retired missionary who was the instrument in working the transformation has said: "I've been around the world several times, and now my world is inside the four walls of my home; but this does not mean that I am to stop working for the salvation of souls. Maybe I cannot reach people at first hand, but I can send another to them in my stead." To a young man who had a glorious voice money was given that he might go to Germany to study to sing opera ; he went into the ltitle, brown house to see the retired missionary, then he went home and wrote to his benefactor, "I am sending you back the check you gave me for my German study. I forgot that two years ago I gave myself to the Lord. I have been brought to see that the voice He gave me, is part of me, and I cannot think He would have me use it in grand opera." To-day that man is one of the finest singers of the gospel there is in our country. THE PLEASURE ROBBER. It is such an easy thing to spoil another's pleasure in the enjoyment of a newly acquired purchase. Pursed lips, ominous silence, or a significant frown take away much of the re cipient's satisfaction in the possession of a new gown, or a long-coveted, highly-prized piece of furniture. That such expressions of disapproval are made thoughtlessly makes them no less potent factors as joy-destroyers. "Don't you like my bookcase, Alice T Don't you think it pretty?" asked an old lady as her indulged grand-daughter regarded the pur chase with lowered brows. "Pretty enough," was the ungracious re sponse, rather grudingly given; "but quite ab surd for a woman at your age to put $25 in such a senseless piece of furniture. Your hand ful of books looked much better on the mantel than huddled together on a single shelf in that bookcase.'1 "But I have wanted a bookcase all- my life," defended the grandmother, "and ? well," she faltered, "I thought that perhaps now people would remember and give me books on anni versaries instead of slippers and shawls and caps." Grandmother looked around the room with hurt, smarting eyes, ner pretty oak bookcase, with its latticed glass doors, for which she had sacrificed so many little pleasures! How its newness did bring out the shabbiness of her faded, chintz-covered room! Why had Alice told her this when she had been so happy be fore t "X didn't mean to hurt you," apologized Alice a bit airily; "for now that it is bought you might as well enjoy it. If you had told me sooner, I could have saved you all this. And you knew that I would have been very glad to borrow the money for my new coat. Oh, well, it is too late now." "I never look at my bookcase," confide grandmother several weeks later to a "without thinking what a dreadful mi^ made in buying it. It would have been so better to use the money for Alice's coat. I haven't enjoyed it a single minute, for I am always thinking that it has spoiled the looks of my room. But if Alice only felt differently about the money, how I should love it." ? Se lected. confidec^ . f rie|^ so nHW The world would be better and brighter if people were taught the duty of being happy as well as the happiness of doing their duty. To be happy ourselves is a most effectual con tribution Xo the happiness of others. ? Sir John Lubbock.