"From every portion, from every department, of Nature comes the same voice. Everywhere we hear Thy name, O God; everywhere we see Thy love. Creation in all its length and breadth, in all its depth and height, is the manifestation of Thy Spirit; and without Thee the world were dark and dead."
Through all the flowers, I love Thee,
Through all the joys around, above me—
Through tree and brook, and sea before me,
Through bird-songs—I adore Thee.
For these a debt I owe Thee:
Poor words are all I have to show Thee
How much Thy glorious work doth move me,
And how my soul doth love Thee.
Louis H. Victory.
THE COLOURED JEWS.
Strange Survivals of the Scattered Tribes.
"Amazing race! deprived of land and laws,
A general language and a public cause;
With a religion none can now obey,
With a reproach that none can take away:
A people still whose common ties are gone;
Who, mixed with every race, are lost in none."
—Crabbe.