A Still Small Voice. 124 T.J. "A still small voice spake unto me." --_Tennyson, The Two Voices_. The Stirring of the Waters. 167 L.J. "To-day a golden pinion stirred The world's Bethesda pool, And I believed the song I heard Nor put my heart to school; And through the rainbows of the dream I saw the gates of Eden gleam." --_Alfred Noyes, The Hill Flower_. The Stone Rolled Away. 297 L.J. "Pitiless walls of gray, Gathered around us, a growing tomb From which it seemed not death or doom Could roll the stone away." --_Alfred Noyes, The Enchanted Island._ Tables of Stone 207,212 H.T. "Heard the voice Of him who met the Highest in the mount, And brought them tables, graven with His hand." --_Holmes, Wind-Clouds and Star-Drifts_. {153} The Talent Hid in the Earth. 245 L.J. "When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide." --_Milton, Sonnet to His Blindness_. Temperate in All Things. 438 S.A. "'Tis to thy rules, O Temperance, that we owe All pleasures that from health and strength can flow; Vigor of body, purity of mind, Unclouded reason, sentiment refined." --_Chandler_. There the Wicked Cease from Troubling and the Weary are at Rest. 184 S.A. "To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast-- And the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest." --_Tennyson, The May Queen_. Threescore Years and Ten. 104 S.A. "Worn to a thread by threescore years and ten." --_Browning The Ring and the Book_. To Eat Husks. 203 L.J. "You would think that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from swine keeping, from eating draft and husks." --_Shakespeare, I Henry IV 4:2_. To Everything There is a Season. 243 S.A. "There is a time for all things." --_Shakespeare. Comedy of Errors 2:2_. To Touch His Garments. 140 L.J. "The world sits at the feet of Christ, Unknowing, blind and unconsoled. It yet shall touch his garment's fold And feel the heavenly alchemist Transform its very dust to gold." --_Anonymous_. {155} Treading the Winepress. 476 S.A.