"Feb. 21.—Am I as willing as ever to preach to the lost heathen?"
"March 8.—Biblical criticism. This must not supersede heart-work. How apt it is!"
"March 12.—Oh for activity, activity, activity!"
"March 29.—To-day my second session (at the Divinity Hall) ends. I am now in the middle of my career. God hold me on with a steady pace!"
"March 31.—The bull tosses in the net! How should the Christian imitate the anxieties of the worldling!"
April 17.—He heard of the death of one whom many friends had esteemed much and lamented deeply. This led him to touch the strings of his harp again, in a measure somewhat irregular, yet sad and sweet.
"WE ALL DO FADE AS A LEAF."
SHE LIVED—
So dying-like and frail,
That every bitter gale
Of winter seemed to blow
Only to lay her low!
She lived to show how He,
Who stills the stormy sea,
Can overrule the winter's power,
And keep alive the tiniest flower—
Can bear the young lamb in his arms
And shelter it from death's alarms.
SHE DIED—