Hope elevates, and joy _Brightens_ his crest. _Milton._ High in yonder realms of light, Far above these lower skies, Fair and exquisitely _bright_, Heaven’s unfading mansions rise. Built of pure and massy gold, Strong and durable are they; Deck’d with gems of worth untold, Subjected to no decay. _Raffles._ My Father’s house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times, to faith’s foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear! Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The _bright_ inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. _J. Montgomery._ BROTHERHOOD. Thou shalt not hate thy _brother_ in thine heart.--Leviticus, xix. 17. If thy _brother_ be waxen poor, and hath sold away some of his possession, and if any of his kin come to redeem it, then shall he redeem that which his _brother_ sold.--Leviticus, xxv. 25. If there be among you a poor man of one of thy _brethren_ within any of thy gates, in thy land which the Lord thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not harden thine heart, nor shut thy hand from thy poor _brother_: but thou shalt open thine hand wide unto him, and shalt surely lend him sufficient for his need, in that which he wanteth.--Deuteronomy, xv. 7, 8. If thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy _brother_ hath aught against thee; leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way; first be reconciled to thy _brother_, and then come and offer thy gift.--Matthew, v. 23, 24. Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my _brother_ sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.--Matthew, xviii. 21, 22. Whosoever doeth not righteousness is not of God, neither he that loveth nor his _brother_.--I. John, iii. 10. Come, Christian _brethren_, ere we part, Join every voice and every heart, Our solemn hymn to God we raise Our final song of grateful praise. Christians we here may meet no more, But there is yet a happier shore; And there, released from toil and pain, _Brethren_, we all shall meet again. _H. Kirke White._ Even now a radiant angel goeth forth, A spirit that hath healing in its wings-- And flyeth east and west, and south and north, To do the bidding of the King of Kings; Stirring men’s hearts to compass better things, And teaching _Brotherhood_ as that sweet source, Which holdeth in itself all blessed springs; And showeth how to guide its silver course, When it shall flood the world with deep exulting force. _Mrs. Norton._