us a new chance at the life game under new conditions.

What a wonderful privilege it is to get this fresh start every twenty-four hours; to have these rest cures, these sleeping cures, refreshment stations, where every night we can get rid of the poisons, the wear and tear of the day's toil and start on the next stage of our journey refreshed, reheartened and strengthened! We do not have to wait for our New Year's resolution in order to make a fresh start. We do not have to wait for a month or a fortnight or a week for a chance to rest, to repair our human machines, to renew our strength and our courage, to brace ourselves up for a new opportunity. This is a daily miracle in our lives.

No matter what our condition, each day holds out its privileges and opportunities to all. No one is richer in time than another. So far as that is concerned, the millionaire has no advantage over the day laborer. Everything depends upon what we do with our time. Each day is full of riches for the man or woman who knows how to appreciate its opportunities and privileges.

"Write it in your heart that every day is the best day in the year," said Emerson. "A day is a more magnificent cloth than any muslin; the mechanism that makes it is infinitely cunninger, and you shall not conceal the sleazy, fraudulent, rotten hours you have slipped into it."

Many people who make a fizzle of life do well

enough part of the time, when everything goes smoothly, when there is nothing to ruffle or inconvenience them. But on the days when they "do not feel like it," their blue days, their discouraged days, the quality of their work drops way down, and their life average is very low. It is the poor slipshod work we do when our standards are down, "the sleazy, fraudulent, rotten hours" we slip into our discouraged days that demoralize our ideals and deteriorate our characters.

Whether we work or play, we should make it count for the particular thing we endeavor to do, and not allow ourselves to half work—to half play. No matter how discouraged or blue you feel, never allow yourself to do a poor, slovenly job or to drop your efficiency standards. Whatever you attempt to do keep the quality of your work up. Do your best even when you don't feel like it. That is the only way to make every day a red-letter day.

It is a very easy matter to do a good day's work when you feel fine, when you are in high spirits, and everything goes your way; but to put in a good day's work, to put quality into your job when you do not feel quite up to the mark, when things go wrong with you, that is the time that requires stamina. That is the test of the kind of material when you can compel yourself

you are made of

to do a very critical day's work, even if your physical and mental standards are down.

Does it ever occur to you that you are playing

the great game of life with an antagonist, and that that antagonist is an old man with a scythe— that you are playing a game with Time? Do you ever think that every hour, every moment you waste is a false move in the game? Did you ever realize that when you have wasted a day, you have wasted a part of your life; and that you can never redeem it, never make good the loss, because all you can possibly do is to live the life of each day in the day. Whatever time you lose is lost forever.

"The whole period of youth," said Ruskin, "is one essentially of formation, edification, instruction. There is not an hour of it but is trembling with destinies—not a moment of which, once passed, the appointed work can ever be done again, or the neglected blow struck on the cold iron.

Youth is the time in which we can do most to enrich life. Every hour of youth is fraught with golden possibilities. Every day Nature gives all of us a new chance for more splendid endeavor, and yet how many accept a new day with its superb possibilities as just a repetition of the monotonous, uneventful days that have gone before! often do we hear people say in the morning, "Well, here is another day's grind ahead of me!" And so it is for them; for "as a man thinketh so is he."

How

If those people instead of growling would form the habit when they first rise of saying: "Now, this day certainly does look good to me. I anticipate splendid things to-day. I am going to meet

pleasant people, and have some pleasant surprises, rich new experiences. I am going to make the most of this day, for I know that there are great possibilities locked up in it. Other men have got wonderful things out of a single day, and why can't I?"

I know an invalid lady who says that she can scarcely wait for the splendid things to transpire during the day which she anticipates when she wakes in the morning. She says she feels every morning as though she was going on a journey which she had never taken before, and that she expects all sorts of delightful surprises, of new and thrilling experiences.

Now, if a day means so much to this poor, shut-in invalid, what should it mean to us, to those of us who have all our senses intact, and who are in good health? If a day seems so good to a cripple confined to the house, it certainly ought to mean a great deal more to those of us who can walk and run, who can go where we please, do what we please.

It is wonderfully helpful to take a few moments every morning to express gratitude to our Creator for the wonderful gift of life itself, and for health, for being normal, able to see and hear and feel and think and do. We should be filled with gratitude for the chance to unfold, to develop our wonderful possibilities.

Each day is to us what the block of pure Italian marble is to the sculptor. We can call out of it

what we will—beauty or ugliness, angel or devil, or we can smite it with the mallet and shiver it to atoms.

As the sun rises every soul is born again, and the new day gives us a chance to begin all over again. We can do and be what we will to do and be for the entire day. We can make it a red-letter day. This is the way of growth. And if life does not mean growth, enlargement to us, then we have missed its higher meaning.

To-day is the day that decides your destiny, not yesterday and not to-morrow. To-day is the marble you are working on. Every thought, every act, every motive, is a chisel stroke with which you are carving something out of your life marble. You carve out what you see, what you build in your mind; you carve out the model that dwells there to guide your acts.

Don't regret the past, or dream too much of the future, but live in the present. Get your lesson from the hour.

Remember that yesterday is dead. To-morrow is not yet born. The only time that belongs to you is the passing moment.

No matter what happens or does not happen, what comes or does not come, resolve that you will extract from every experience of the day something of good, something that will make you wiser and show you how to make fewer mistakes to-morrow. Say to yourself, "This day I begin a new life. I