Gracious God, we thank Thee for the gift of sight whereby we behold the marvels of the outer world. But greater is our gratitude for the inner sight, the power to see things as they ought to be. If we but look deep enough, we find Thy central laws ever at the heart of all life. With such insight, apparent confusion shall not bewilder us, life's cares shall not harden us, the world's show cannot dazzle us. Give us, we pray Thee, unceasing ability to wonder and admire, which brings perpetual youth; to hope, to believe, to trust; to rest content in working with Thee, the Eternal One, Lord of the seasons, this is our heart's desire. Amen. EDWARD A. HORTON. April 23 _"What is the secret of your life?" asked Mrs. Browning of Charles Kingsley; "tell me, that I may make mine beautiful too." He replied, "I had a friend." Somewhere in her "Middlemarch," George Eliot puts it well: "There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration; they bind us over to rectitude and purity by their pure belief about us; and our sins become the worst kind of sacrilege, which tears down the invisible altar of trust."_ WILLIAM C. GANNETT. Our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for all the sweet and sacred influences of life. Music comes with its invisible fingers to weave a magic charm around our souls;--the home with its love is ours,--but we thank Thee to-day for the sweet and saving influence of friendship,--for the counsel and fellowship of those who are wise and good and faithful to us. We would not walk alone--we would find strength in the strength of others, and faith in other's faith. Let us cherish such fellowships and give back to those, who love us, love again. Amen. GEORGE L. PERIN. April 24 _Live in the sunshine, don't live in the gloom, Carry some gladness the world to illume. Live in the brightness, and take this to heart; The world will seem gayer if you'll do your part. Live on the housetop, not down in the cell; Open air Christians live nobly and well. Live where the joys are, and, scorning defeat, Have a good-morrow for all whom you meet. Live as a victor, and triumphing go Through this queer world, beating down every foe. Live in the sunshine, God meant it for you! Live as the robins, and sing the day through._ MARGARET SANGSTER.