Standing, walking, sitting, or lying, let him be firm in this mind so long as he is awake: this state of heart, they say, is the best in the world. Metta Sutta.

He who lives pure in thought, free from malice, contented, leading a holy life, feeling tenderly for all creatures, speaking wisely and kindly, humbly and sincerely, has the Deity ever in his breast. The Eternal makes not his abode within the breast of that man who covets another's wealth, who injures living creatures, who is proud of his iniquity, whose mind is evil.

Dhammapada.

FROM THE ASOKA INSCRIPTIONS.

The discontinuance of the murder of human beings and of cruelty to animals, respect for parents, obedience to father and mother, obedience to holy elders, these are good deeds. No. IV.

And now the joyful chorus resounds again and again that henceforward not a single animal shall be put to death. No. V.

In a summary of the inscriptions by Arthur Lillie, in "Buddhism and Early Buddhism," he says, they require also, for the benefit of both beast and men, gardens be cultivated everywhere of healing shrubs and herbs."

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[The inscriptions were written on "rocks, temples, and monuments in India for the instruction of the people, by order of the Emperor Asoka, who lived about 250 years before Christ.]

OLD HINDOO.

God is within this universe, and yet outside this universe; whoever beholds all living creatures as in Him, and Him the universal Spirit, as in all, henceforth regards no creature with contempt.

Quoted by REV. J. E. CARPENTER.

TRUTH.

It fortifies my soul to know
That though I perish, truth is so,
That howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, thou dost not change.

I steadier step when I recall

That, if I slip, thou dost not fall.

ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.

OUR PETS.

We, dying, fondly hope the life immortal

To win at last;

Yet all that live must through death's dreary portal At length have passed.

And from the hope which shines so bright above us,
My spirit turns,

And for the lowlier ones, that serve and love us,
Half sadly yearns.

Never a bird its glad way safely winging
Through those blest skies?

Never, through pauses in the joyful singing,
Its notes to rise?

Not one of those who toil's severest burdens
So meekly bear,

To find at last of faithful labor's guerdons
An humble share?

Ah, well! I need not question; gladly rather,
I'll trust in all ·

Assured that not without our Heavenly “Father”
The sparrows fall.

And if He foldeth in a sleep eternal
Their wings to rest;

Or waketh them to fly the skies supernal
He knoweth best?

MARY SHEPPARD.

EGYPTIAN RITUAL.

God is the causer of pleasure and light, maker of grass for the cattle, and of fruitful trees for man, causing the fish to live in the river and the birds to fill the air, lying awake when all men sleep, to seek out the good of His creatures.

Quoted by REV. J. E. CARPENTER

BROTHERHOOD.

There is a higher consanguinity than that of the blood which runs through our veins, that of the blood which makes our hearts beat with the same indignation and the same joy. And there is a higher nationality than that of being governed by the same imperial dynasty, that of our common allegiance to the Father and Ruler of all mankind. MAX MÜLLer.

A BIRTHDAY ADDRESS.

TO ANTHONY ASHLEY COOPER, SEVENTH EARL OF SHAFTES

BURY, K. G., APRIL 13, 1880.

For eighty years! Many will count them over,
But none but He who knoweth all may guess
What those long years have held of high endeavor,
Of world-wide blessing and of blessedness.

For eighty years the champion of the right
Of hapless child neglected and forlorn ;
Of maniac dungeoned in his double night;
Of woman overtasked and labor-worn;

Of homeless boy, in streets with peril rife;
Of workman, sickened in his airless den;
Of Indian parching for the streams of life;
Of negro slave in bond of cruel men.

O Friend of all the friendless 'neath the sun,

Whose hand hath wiped away a thousand tears, Whose fervent lips and clear strong brain have done God's holy service, lo! these eighty years,

How meet it seems thy grand and vigorous age
Should find beyond man's race fresh pangs to spare,
And for the wronged and tortured brutes engage
In yet fresh labors and ungrudging care!

Oh, tarry long amongst us! Live, we pray,
Hasten not yet to hear thy Lord's "Well done!"
Let this world still seem better while it may
Contain one soul like thine amid its throng.

Whilst thou art here our inmost hearts confess,
Truth spake the kingly seer of old who said, -
"Found in the way of God and righteousness,
A crown of glory is the hoary head.

MISS F. P. COBBE.

SUFFERING.

Pain, terror, mortal agonies which scare
Thy heart in man, to brutes thou wilt not spare.
Are these less sad and real? Pain in man
Bears the high mission of the flail and fear;
In brutes 't is purely piteous.

HENRY TAYLOR.

TO LYDIA MARIA CHILD.

Who knows thy love most royal power,
With largess free and brave,
Which crowns the helper of the poor,
The suffering and the slave.

Yet springs as freely and as warm,
To greet the near and small,
The prosy neighbor at the farm,
The squirrel on the wall.

ELIZA SCUdder.

VIVISECTION.

It is the simple idea of dealing with a living, conscious, sensitive, and intelligent creature as if it were dead and senseless matter, against which the whole spirit of true humanity revolts. It is the notion of such absolute despotism as shall justify, not merely taking life, but converting the entire existence of the animal into a