"The Past is something, but the Present more; Will It not, too, be past? Nor fail withal To recognise the Future in your hopes; Unite them in your manhood, each and all, Nor mutilate the perfectness of life!-- You can remember; you can also hope." A. H. CLOUGH. Harmony JANUARY 16 ... "THIS is peace To conquer love of self and lust of life, To tear deep-rooted passion from the breast, To still the inward strife; For love to clasp Eternal Beauty close; For glory to be Lord of self; for pleasure To live beyond the gods; for countless wealth To lay up lasting treasure Of perfect service rendered, duties done In charity, soft speech, and stainless days: These riches shall not fade away in life, Nor any death dispraise." _The Light of Asia_, E. ARNOLD. "WE are all of us made more graceful by the inward presence of what we believe to be a generous purpose; our actions move to a hidden music--'a melody that's sweetly played in tune.'" GEORGE ELIOT. Ideals JANUARY 17 "It is not the ideals of earlier years that are the most unattainable. 'The petty done, the undone vast' is not the thought of the youth, but of those who, having done the most, yet count themselves unprofitable servants, because it is to them only that the experience, the knowledge, and the reflection of maturer years have opened up the far vistas of moral possibility." _The Making of Character_, PROF. MACCUNN. "In doing is this knowledge won, To see what yet remains undone. With this our pride repress, And give us grace, a growing store, That day by day we may do more And may esteem it less." TRENCH. "Comfort me not!--for if aught be worse than failure from over-stress Of a life's prime purpose, it is to sit down content with a little success." LYTTON. The Celestial Surgeon JANUARY 18 THE CELESTIAL SURGEON "If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:-- Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake; Or, Lord, if too obdurate I, Choose Thou, before that spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in." _Underwoods_, R. L. STEVENSON. Influence of Great Men JANUARY 19