NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
Pearls from Palestine. 
By JosepH A. Torrey 
(Matt. v1:19—34) 
Lay not up your treasure there 
Where moth and rust corrupt and where 
Thieves break through and steal; 
Be your treasure laid on high 
Where no thief may come thereby. 
Where your treasure there your heart; 
Nought can these dispart. 
Ever to Heaven be true and leal. 
The eye is the body’s light; 
The single eye hath perfect sight. 
If the eye be evil how sad the blight! 
If the light within be darkness, 
How dark the night! 
Two masters can no man serve; 
To one he will cling, from the other swerve. 
He will hate the one and love the other, 
He will hold to the one and despise another. 
God and Mammon ye cannot serve. 
Be not concerned what ye shall eat, 
Nor for the body’s raiment ; 
The life is more than meat. 
Be faithful and trust God for payment. 
The ravens neither sow nor reap, 
Yet feed and sleep 
*Neath God’s protecting care. 
Are ye not better than fowls of the air? 
Consider the lilies of the field 
And the harvest that they yield! 
With grace that eye and soul can win 
They neither toil nor spin, 
Their boundless beauty far displayed. 
Not Solomon in all his glory was arrayed 
Like one of these! 
If God so please 
To clothe the flower, 
Frail creature of an hour, 
Shall He not much more 
From out His boundless store 
Clothe you, O ye of little faith? 
Obey the voice divine whate’er it saith, 
Seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness, 
And He thy life with lasting good shall bless. 
Take no anxious thought, nor borrow 
Aught of sorrow for the morrow; 
Tomorrow for itself shall care 
And its proper burden bear; 
Only upon today its own burden lay, 
Its own sorrow share. 
RANDOM THOUGHTS. 
By D. F. Lamson. au 
No. L. th 
Historians have abundantly prov- 
ed to us that facts as well as fig- 
ures will lie, and that most egreg- 
iously ; So much depends on their 
grouping and coloring, the relations 
which they are made to hold, and 
the general perspective. Macauley 
and Aytoun cannot possibly both 
be right in their pictures of Claver- 
house, of the Covenanters and Cay- 
aliers ; but then Macaulay was al 
ways a partizan, and Aytoun was a 
poet. 
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Some writers have a compelling” 
power; they put a bridle in men’s 
mouths, and drive them whitherso- | 
ever they will; notably, Carlyle; 
you read him often under protest, 
but you read him. Such power is : 
sometimes a good thing, and some- 
times not. ; 
Science has robbed nature of j 
much of its terror, and some of its_ 
romance. Comets were once warm 
ings of danger, flaming in the sky, 
presaging war, earthquakes, pesti- 
lences, perplexity - of nations; the 
laws of comets are now matters of | 
mathematics. The earth and skies | 
are fast being rifled of their mars 
vels; it seems as if the time would - 
come when familiarity would every- | 
where take place of wonder and 
awe. But Paris floods and Sicilian - 
earth-shocks remind us that we are 
far from knowing all the secrets of | 
nature yet. 7 q 
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There are impressionists in liter. 
ature as well as in painting; there 
is no drawing on their canvas, or 
perspective, only splashes of high. ji 
colored pigment put on, one might | 
think, with a house- -painters’ brush. 
If we had Piet in the time of Da 
vid the king, it is possible that 
we might not have attained to the) 
““three mighty, ”” much less to the’ 
‘‘first three,’’ we might not even” 
have ranked with the ‘thirty chief” 
men.’’ We might have found our 
selves with the rank and file; but 
we might have found also that o ‘iy 
capacities and talents were as ser 
viceable to the kingdom as_ they 
would have been in more exalted 
stations. Power belongs not to va 
and station, but to character; 
though rank and station may gi 
scope to the development of cha 
acter. 
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Men who like Anacharsis set 
