very religion of the gymnasium and the athletic field. The best definition of it I know is that it is an instinct for ideal conduct.

- G. STANLEY HALL.

PSALM XIX

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork.

Day unto day uttereth speech and night unto night sheweth knowledge.

There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. Thier line is gone out through all the earth and their works to the end of the world. In them hath He set a tabernacle for the

sun.

THE GOOD SAMARITAN

A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.

And by chance there came down a certain priest that way; and when he saw him he passed by on the other side.

And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him and passed by on the other side.

But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,

And went to him and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.

And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence,

and gave them to the host, and said unto him, "Take care of him and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee."

Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbor unto him that fell among thieves?

If any little word of mine can make one life the brighter;

If any little song of ours can make one heart the lighter;

God help us speak that little word, and take our bit of singing, And drop it in some lonely vale, and set the echoes ringing.

MY BROTHER

I was walking in the street. A beggar stopped me, — a frail old man. His inflamed, tearful eyes, blue lips, rough rags, oh, how horribly poverty had disfigured the unhappy

creature.

He stretched out his red, swollen hand. He groaned and whimpered for alms. I felt in all my pockets-no purse, watch, or handkerchief did I find. I had left them all at home.

The beggar waited. His outstretched hand twitched and trembled slightly.

Embarrassed and confused, I seized his dirty hand and pressed it. "Don't be vexed with me, Brother; I have nothing with Brother."

me,

The beggar raised his bloodshot eyes to mine; his blue lips smiled, and he returned the pressure of my chilled fingers. "Never mind, Brother," stammered he; "thank you for this this, too, was a gift, Brother."

- IVAN TOURGUENEFF,

THE BARRIER REEF

Australia

A thousand miles the waves beat back and thunder, A thousand miles the firm reef spouts its spray; Who reared, my soul, these ocean walls of wonder, That here the mighty hosts of breakers stay?

Without, all currents of the angry billows;
Within, the placid splendor of the calm,

Where spreads the chambered sea her warded pillows,
Safe from the gales as isles of pine and balm.

O coral builder, who this reef made glorious
That stands among the parables of time,
As thou hast lifted, 'gainst the seas, victorious,
These fortress walls, stupendous and sublime,

So man may add by simple self-denials
Virtue, till his perils cease;

Without the billows baffled in their trials;
Within the havens and the ports of peace.

O coral builder, least of all earth's creatures,

Thy will has climbed where failed the aims of man! The simplest yet the grandest of life's teachers, Finite in work, but infinite in plan!

In thee, achievement finds her noblest story,

He wins whose purpose upward climbs like thee;

Man maps the earth, and builds his towers of glory
But thou alone hast ordered back the sea!

PERCIVAL.

THE CORAL GROVE

Deep in the wave is a coral grove

Where the purple mullet and goldfish rove;
Where the sea flower spreads its leaves of blue,
That never are wet with the falling dew;
But in bright and changeful beauty shine
Far down in the green and glassy brine.
The floor is of sand, like the mountain's drift,
And the pearl shells spangle the flinty snow;
From the coral rocks the sea plants lift
Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow;
The water is still and calm below,

For the winds and waves are absent there,
And the sands are bright as the stars that glow
In the motionless fields of upper air.
There, with its waving blade of green,

The sea flag streams through the silent water,
And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen
To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter.
There, with a light and easy motion,

The fan coral sweeps through the clear deep sea;

And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean
Are bending like corn on the upland lea,
And life in rare and beautiful forms
Is sporting amid those bowers of stone,

And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms
Has made the top of the waves his own;
And when the ship from his fury flies,
When the myriad voices of ocean roar,

When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies,

And demons are waiting the wreck on shore,
Then far below, in the peaceful sea,

The purple mullet and goldfish rove,
Where the waters murmur tranquilly

Through the bending twigs of the coral grove.

PERCIVAL.

THE FOOTBALL GAME

It is 'Varsity's kick. Campbell takes it carefully, and places it in touch well within the McGill twenty-five. After the throw in, the teams settled down to scrimmage as steady as at the first, with this difference, however, that 'Varsity shows perceptibly weaker. Back step by step their scrimmage is forced toward the centre, the retreat counterbalanced somewhat by the splendid individual boring of Campbell and Shock. But both teams are alert and swift at the quarters, fierce in tackle and playing with amazing steadiness.

Suddenly Carroll nips up the ball and passes hard and swift to the half-back immediately behind him, who in turn passes far out to Bunch on the left wing. With a beautiful catch Bunch, never slacking speed, runs round the crowd, dodges the quarters, knocks off Martin, and with a crowd of men of both teams close upon his heels, makes for the line.

Before him stands Bate alone. From his tall, lank make, one