Dr. John Dalton died 1844.

    What’s hallowed ground?  ’Tis what gives birth
      To sacred thoughts in souls of worth!—­
    Peace!  Independence!  Truth! go forth
      Earth’s compass round;
    And your high-priesthood shall make earth
      All hallowed ground.

    —­Thomas Campbell.

    Remember the week day to keep it holy.

    —­Elbert Hubbard.

    The meaning of life comes to us mostly in great revealing flashes
    and intense emotions.

    —­Dean Farrar.

    To the pure all things are pure.

    —­Titus 1. 15.

Gracious Father, may I not feel that it is necessary to wait for certain days and ceremonies to prepare to worship thee, while at every moment thy love is pleading for me.  May I through the busiest hours and the most perplexing moments serve thee in reverence and obedience, and ever give praise to thy holy name.  Amen.

JULY TWENTY-EIGHTH

John Sebastian Bach died 1750.

Robespierre executed 1794.

Jean Baptiste Corot born 1796.

    O Light that followest all my way,
      I yield my flickering torch to thee;
    My heart restores its borrowed ray,
    That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
      May brighter, fairer be.

    —­George Matheson.

    Follow your Star that lights a desert pathway, yours or mine,
    Forward, till you learn the highest Human Nature is divine. 
    Follow Light and do the Right—­for man can half control his doom—­
    Till you see the deathless Angel seated in the vacant Tomb.

    —­Alfred Tennyson.

    My soul waiteth for the Lord,
    More than watchmen wait for the morning;
    Yea, more than watchmen for the morning.

    —­Psalm 130. 6.

Almighty God, help me to kindle my life by the shining light of thy power and love, that I may be an ambassador for thee.  Amen.

JULY TWENTY-NINTH

Andrew Marvell died 1678.

William Wilberforce died 1833.

Dr. Thomas Dick died 1857.

    I wrestle not with rage
      While fury’s flame doth burn;
    It is vain to stop the stream
      Until the tide doth turn.

    But when the flame is out
      And ebbing wrath doth end
    I turn a late enraged foe
      Into a quiet friend.

    —­Robert Southwell.

      If I can lend
    A strong hand to the fallen, or defend
    The right against a single envious strain,
      My life though bare
    Perhaps of much that seemeth dear and fair
    To us on earth, will not have been in vain.

    —­Unknown.

    A friend loveth at all times;
    And a brother is born for adversity.