O God, we thank Thee each morning for ideals which appeal to us with such persistence that we have no peace unless we pursue them. Even in our seeming indifference we are ill at ease, because Thy voice calling to us disturbs our fancied content. We are not satisfied with ourselves nor with our attainments. "We shall be satisfied only when we wake in Thy likeness." Weary though we often are in our service yet we thank Thee that Thou relentlessly pursuest us with even greater and higher demands. Help us in our onward and upward plodding. Revive our failing spirits. Lead us ever on. Help us to realize that "in our patience we shall win our souls." We pray as followers of Jesus Christ. Amen. THEODORE A. FISCHER. January 16 _O Singer of today, this glorious hour Is all for you and me--what shall it give To us, and ask of fate--what splendid power In brain and hand, what glorious right to live Among our fellows and to war with sin? What quickening of the pulse as we aspire To claim our right, and risk earth's joys to win, To conquer self, and force it through the fire! Give us this force, dear God, and evermore Give us a deepening love of all our fellowmen; Give us new insight--courage to explore With all the tenderness of human ken The lowliest heart that beats in human kind, Its glory and its soul to seek and find!_ WILLIAM ORDWAY PARTRIDGE. O Soul of all souls! Baptize us afresh this morning into the lustral waters that we may devoutly thank Thee that Thou art and that Thou dost clearly reveal Thyself to Christian souls through Thy Son, as the Father of the great brotherhood of mankind. So wait upon us that we shall go forth to this day's duties resolved upon so living as to render the morning glad, the noon redolent with merciful activity, and the evening full of praise. Thus quickened and enlarged the night will afford rest and recuperation fitting us to welcome the morrow, still hoping, loving, progressing, obedient to the sainted call, "Up higher," being incessantly recompensed with the coveted refrain, "Well done." Amen. S. H. MCCOLLESTER. January 17 _There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers. If you have not slept or if you have slept, or if you have headache, or sciatica, or leprosy or thunder stroke, I beseech you, by all angels, to hold your peace, and not pollute the morning, to which all the housemates bring serene and pleasant thoughts, by corruption and groans._ RALPH WALDO EMERSON.