Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait. More particularly in lands like my native land, where the pulse of life beats with such feverish and impatient throbs, is the lesson needful. Our national character wants the dignity of repose. We seem to live in the midst of a battle—there is such a din, such a hurrying to and fro. In the streets of a crowded city it is difficult to walk slowly. You feel the rushing of the crowd, and rush with it onward. In the press of our life it is difficult to be calm. In this stress of wind and tide, all professions seem to drag their anchors, and are swept out into the main. The voices of the present say, “Come!” But the voices of the past say, “Wait!” With calm and solemn footsteps the rising tide bears against the rushing torrent up stream, and pushes back the hurrying waters. With no less calm and solemn footsteps, nor less certainty, does a great mind bear up against public opinion, and push back its hurrying stream. Therefore should every man wait—should bide his time.—_Longfellow’s “Hyperion.”_ * * * * * He is not dead who departs this life with high fame; dead is he, though still living, whose brow is branded with infamy.—_Tieck._ C. L. S. C. WORK. By Rev. J. H. VINCENT, D.D., SUPERINTENDENT OF INSTRUCTION. Readings for March: “Preparatory Latin Course in English,” by Dr. William C. Wilkinson; half of the book. Required Readings in THE CHAUTAUQUAN. * * * * * There is no Memorial Day in March. * * * * *