open heaven. We are none of us so little that we can do nothing; we are all necessary to the good of the whole. The highest individuality and freedom should generate the widest social love and charity. No labor is really irksome that helps the masses of our fellow men. If we have the Promethean fire, let it burn to light and warm them. The race is one, nor can we be happy while its members suffer. The moment we have done one duty faithfully, another and a higher awaits us. To be condemned to work only for ourselves were the true hell, the self-kindled fire of everlasting torture! We are the children of the nineteenth century, have been nourished upon the humane laws of this noble country, we are sons of God, brothers of Christ, heirs of glory, immortals. Let us assume the majesty of our being, drape ourselves in our heaven-woven robes of love, open our hearts to the poor and wretched, instruct the ignorant, reclaim the vicious, bear each other's burdens, frown on vice, give up our petty vanities, cease our frivolous excuses that, we have no influence, when every one of us has an immortal in charge, use our strength to forbid oppression, whether of individuals or nationalities. Then might the day seen by the prophets, sung by poets, and believed in by devout hearts, dawn upon this planet before the blessed '65 were tolled to rest. "A man shall be more precious than gold, ay, than the finest of gold." "The fool shall no more be called prince, nor the deceitful great." "And He shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into spades; nation shall not take sword against nation; neither shall they learn war any more. "And every man shall sit under his own vine and fig tree, and there shall be none to make them afraid." "I will give my laws into their mind, and I will write them in their heart; and I will be their God; and they shall be my people." Peace on earth, good will toward men, still peal the Christmas bells, until the frosty air seems quivering with the new joy of humanity. Fair voyage through the realms of Space, the universe of stars, the passionate throbs of Time, with thy precious human freight, O lovely Planet, cradling our dead in thy green bosom, and uniting the living in one great nation; and may the brightest sunshine fall upon thy flowers until thy young Immortals are all landed in the Port of Heaven! 'COR UNUM, VIA UNA.' GOD BLESS OUR NATIVE LAND! From every clime, and name, and race, The thronging myriads came, A mighty Empire's bounds to trace, A wilderness to tame! _Chorus_--From mountain peak to sear-girt shore, Let Freedom's noble band Uplift the song thrills each heart's core: God bless our native land! Columbia's plains are broad and fair, Each coast an ocean laves, Vast lakes and streams fleet navies bear Upon their sun-lit waves. _Chorus._