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schemes for good to all. He clothes the lilies of the field; He
feeds the young ravens when they cry, even now as of old. He
is always working, and we are, or ought to be, workers with Him
and for Him. And this we are, or we are workers against Him.
You need not doubt this, my friends. You are either for or
against the progress of God in the world. In this great work-
shop of the world, in this great school of creation and life, you
are doing something for, or else something against, the good
government of God, and all the creatures that live under it; for
let me repeat, we are workers together with Him. We stand
next to Him in the great scale and chain of life.
This is our Saviour's doctrine, and this is where his system of
education requires us to stand. His mission to earth and on
earth was to lift man into his proper sphere of action, and in
this great temple of life on the earth to make man a king and a
priest, serving in the highest offices of God's great government,
for the good of all. You will see, then, how important, how
necessary it is that we should be educated in the affairs of this
government. For we have to do with all that is around us; we
have something to know about every living thing that God has
furnished our earth and home with, and to do our duty and our
work properly, we must know a great deal of the physical, the
moral, and the spiritual side of tings No one man can do it
all in church or state. No one man can know it all, but every
man can know much by applying himself diligently to the study
of God's word.
A RAY OF LIGHT.
BY MISS GARRISON.
The doctor hesitated no longer, but said in a low tone: "An
affray occurred this evening at the Hotel Le Vere between your
uncle and Mr.Carleton. I was not present, but learned that
both were very much excited. Angry words passed between
them, when your uncle struck Carleton. This so enraged him,
that he drew a dagger and stabbed him."
"Is he dead?" asked Horace, in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes," was the, reply. "He died almost instantly."
Horace seemed awe-stricken, leaning against the wall for sup-
port. And a solemn silence ensued.
"Died? who? what is it?" cried an agonizing voice from the
stairway, and Mrs. Irving was seen descending rapidly, with
toilet much deranged "Horace tell me," She cried, tremblingly,
"is it my husband you are speaking of?
"Yes,do replied Horace, in a low tone, going towards her,
"uncle is dead."