Toil Is The True Knight's Pastime.

Now, To Tell My Story--if Not As It Ought To Be Told, At Least As I Can Tell It,--i Must Go Back Sixteen Years, To The Days When Whitbury Boasted Of Forty Coaches Per Diem, Instead Of One Railway, And Set Forth How In Its Southern Suburb, There Stood Two Pleasant House Side By Side, With Their Gardens Sloping Down To The Whit, And Parted From Each Other Only By The High Brick Fruit-wall, Through Which There Used To Be A Door Of Communication; For The Two Occupiers Were Fast Friends.

Tis The Hard Grey Weather Breeds Hard English Men.

Stick To The Old Truths And The Old Paths, And Learn Their Di- Vineness By Sick-beds And In Every-day Work, And Do Not Darken Your Mind With Intellectual Puzzles, Which May Breed Disbelief, But Can Never Breed Vital Religion Or Practical Usefulness.

Nothing Like One Honest Look, One Honest Thought Of Christ Upon His Cross. That Tells Us How Much He Has Been Through, How Much He Endured, How Much He Conquered, How Much God Loved Us, Who Spared Not His Only Begotten Son, But Freely Gave Him For Us. Dare We Doubt Such A God? Dare We Murmur Against Such A God?

If You Want To Be Miserable, Think About Yourself, About What You Want, What You Like, What Respect People Ought To Pay You And What People Think Of You.