_All such as worked for love, not wages--some Who, painting for a perfect tint did drain Their hearts, or some to save their country slain, Or many who for truth braved martyrdom, Or more who, in what common days may come, Have toiled in hope, beyond the hope of gain, Of doing something well,--all such would fain Speak thus: These gifts more free than flowers from The earth are given. Good world, if to our need Ye offer bread and shelt'ring roof unsought, As guests our thanks we give, but not for greed, As if our gifts were bartered for and bought; And if, perchance, good world, ye offer nought, Ah, well, that were of life the lesser meed._ J. S. JACKSON. Father in Heaven, we thank Thee, as we enter upon another day, for strength with which to work. We thank Thee for our tasks; for our opportunities to work for Thee and for those we love, we thank Thee. May we know the joy, when night shall come, of having accomplished something worthy. Help us to see in that satisfaction a part of our pay. Make each of us faithful in his place; and help the humblest worker to understand that consecration and not rank is the all-important thing. Above all, may we not forget that living is giving, and may our desire either for rest or gain keep us from no helpful act. May we follow Him who came to minister, and live as sons and daughters of God. Amen. FRANK W. WHIPPEN. January 6 _The sculptor moulds his clay with reverent hand, That clay thro' which his fancy flashes free-- Quick with an answer to his soul's demand, And pliant to his fingers' minstrelsy! Could ever bronze or marble so respond In wordless echo of the being's will? Naught but the clay, as to a rapture fond Could he with fire of genius thus infill! And so the common people are the clay, Swift moulded by Divine Deific hand, Until transfigured, in the glorious day, The statue of humanity shall stand! It knows no tinsel crown, this masterpiece. But all the sovereignty of God's release!_ MARY HANAFORD FORD. Heavenly Father, we are of Thy plain common people: we feel ourselves of very little worth. For what can we do of ourselves? But, if Thou wilt graciously use us, shaping us to Thine ends as the potter his clay, it may be that we shall serve some worthy purpose. We therefore yield ourselves to Thee, and beg Thee to use us this day. Make us pliant to Thy purposes, make us a help to someone who needs us today. So take us into partnership with Thyself, and so may this day be a day of delight, and our plain common lives be made rich with the Glory of service. Amen. C. H. WHEELER. January 7