Marion Lightbourn diary

Few few were they that lingered To sup with Jesus there; And yet, for all who spurned Him There was plenty and to spare! And now, the food of angels Uncovered to my sight. All-glorious was the Altar. And the chalice glittered bright.

Then came the hymn Trisagion, And rapt me up on high, With angels and arch angels. To laud and magnify. I seemed to feast in Heaven, And down ward wafted then With angels chanting round me Good-will and peace to men.

I may not tell the rapture Of a banquet so divine; No! everyone that thirsteth, Let him taste the Bread & Wine, Hear the Bride & Spirit, saying Will ye also go away? Or go, poor soul, for ever! Oh! the soul dirge _ hear it play. Arthur Cleveland Coxe.

ToMorrow From the Spanish of Lope de Vega Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing ^care Thou didst seek after me, _ that Thou didst wait Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate And pass the gloomy nights of winter ^there? O strange delusion! that I did not gr[eet?] Thy blest approach, and I to Heaven how lost; If my ingratitude's unkindly frost

Has chilled the bleeding wound upon Thy Feet. How oft my guardian angel gently cried, "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How are persists to knock and wait for thee!"

And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow. "To morrow we will open, " I replied And when the morrow came I answered still, "To Morrow. Longfellow

Unbelief. There is no unbelief: Whoever plants a seed beneath the ^sod And waits to see it push away the clod He trusts in God.

Whoever says when clouds are in the ^sky "Be patient, heart: light breaketh by and by" Trusts the Most High.

Whoever sees 'neath winter's field of snow The silent harvest of the future grow God's power must know.

Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep Content to lock each sense in slumber ^deep Knows God will keep.

Whoever says "Tomorrow" The Unknown" The Future " trusts that "Power" alone, That he dares disown.

The heart that looks on when the ^{eyelids close} And dares to live when life has only woes God's comfort knows.

There is no unbelief: And day & night unconsciously, The heart lives by that Faith the lips deny - God knoweth why?

Extract from "Graver Hours of English Girlhood" It is impossible to give any general rules for home duties. Each household needs a different ordering, & each class of society has its own requirements: but it may be said that every class teaches the one immediately below it, & if the highest class be ignorant, uneducated, loving display, luxurious, & idle, the same spirit will prevail in humbler life. How great, then, is the responsibility