Father Divine, Thou art indeed kind. Thine are the ways of kindness, of wisdom, and of love,--the ways of pleasantness and the paths of peace. In simple and humble spirit as becometh Thy children, may we walk with Thee accomplishing the work to which Thou dost call us. Our work is Thy work, our business the Father's business; the business of justice, mercy and truth. When loyal and true, we are what we are, and do what we do by Thy grace. So help us to honor Thee in all the duties of life,--"Not slothful in business,--fervent in spirit,"--pleasing Thee and therefore happy ourselves. Amen. ISAAC P. CODDINGTON. July 7 _Threefold is the form of Space: Length, with ever restless motion, Seeks eternity's wide ocean; Breadth with boundless sway extends; Depth to unknown realms descends._ _All as types to thee are given; Thou must onward strive for heaven, Never still or weary be, Wouldst thou perfect glory see; Far must thy researches go Wouldst thou learn the world to know; Thou must tempt the dark abyss Wouldst thou prove what Being is._ _Naught but firmness gains the prize,-- Naught but fulness makes us wise,-- Buried deep, truth ever lies!_ PROVERBS OF CONFUCIUS. Our Heavenly Father, help us this day to make good our privilege to feel and think of Thee as we do. Help us this day to make ourselves part of our brotherhood, and our brotherhood part of Thee. We know not what the day hath in store for us, but we pray Thee to help us have in store for it our better heart, our better hands. Send Thy holy spirit into our life to calm and to strengthen; that we may be steadfast and true; that we may give and be forgiven. Bless all Thy children this day, and may our labor end as it began, in Thee, with Thee, for Thee. Amen. LOUIS H. BUCKSHORN. July 8 _O Impatient Ones! Do the leaves say nothing to you as they murmur to-day? They are not fashioned this spring, but months ago; and the summer just begun will fashion others for another year. At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; and the winds will rock it, and the birds will sing to it all summer long, and next season it will unfold. So God is working for you and carrying forward to the perfect development all the processes of our lives._ HENRY WARD BEECHER.