Slid into music with a heavenly song, Chaotic shapes, that slunk from light, behold Thy beauty and upsprung to perfect grace; The shadow was no more a shadow left— Deformity no more could find a place— Evil had turned itself unto the Good, For Light and Love had breathed themselves again Upon our earth, unto the very depths Where Death and Darkness reigned; and God had said, As when Creation woke, “Let there be light”— Oh Christ! dear Christ! for this I worship Thee. Thou didst tread through all man’s fearful pathway, And we go down unto the grave in trust, For we behold thy footstep there, a light, And catch the trailing of thy robe, as on We go in our dim way through death to Thee; And not without a hope, thus shadowed forth, That in God’s universe shall cease to be The Blackness and the Sorrow and the Wrong! ----- [2] “Jesus stooped down and wrote upon the ground.” [3] “And the Lord said unto Satan, ‘Whence comest thou?’ Then Satan answered the Lord and said, ‘from going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.’” * * * * * [Illustration: A bouquet of pink roses, also containing small yellow and blue flowers with a bird perched on the topmost rose.] * * * * * TRUE ROMANCING. In a large, pleasant garden, laid out in the old fashioned style, two young friends were walking together one summer evening. Sometimes they would sit down on a grassy slope, looking at the bright clouds in the western sky; then rising together in the most friendly manner, they would walk beneath the arching trees, stopping often to pluck flowers, and many-patterned leaves, from the low hanging boughs, but ever and anon they talked busily together, and their conversation soon turned upon their early recollections.