truth; to do another act of justice; and to show yet more comprehensive and cheerful mercy. The condition of this higher life is obedience to the best you know at any time, no matter what it costs; and the result of it is a Christ-like character. Therefore, this word of Paul has nothing whatever to do with that common and current idea of a day of judgment. The day of judgment is this instant and moment of time. The place of judgment is this soul of man which passes judgment. The judge is the voice. of God, which speaks through our intuitions and moral perceptions. The sentence is that which we pass upon ourselves as we sink lower into baseness, or rise higher into the character of truth and justice. We are our own severest judges, passing judgment upon thought and word and act. So shall we be like him who was truth and justice and mercy. And now let this word dwell in us, not as the sound of something that is said, but as the revelation of something that is true; for man can not say to man other than that which man can say to himself. I can but hold the mirror up to nature and let each one see the truth of his own soul. If this be true, it is true because each one affirms it in consciousness. We are to look within, go within, to this silent court of justice. There God speaks through our feelings and our deep desires, our high aspirations and our sense of justice. Let us appeal to that court and take its adjudication upon the worth of our actions; let us obey implicitly, that which we hear there, as its last and final word. So shall we become more sensitive to the formative forces of life as flowers are sensitive to the great forming laws of nature, and we shall be built up in beauty and truth, and strength and grace after the image of the perfect man, Jesus Christ, our brother and our friend. THE GATE CALLED BEAUTIFUL. Lame from our birth; and daily we are brought, This is the gate called Beautiful; it swings Heard through her trance the angelic roundelay. And at this gate, not at wide intervals, Are we, lame from our birth, laid tenderly, But daily; and not one day passes by Gate of the Temple? Surely it is that! For all its beauty, it is not so fair But that a greater beauty there can be. Thy beauty, O my Father! All is Thine; Thou art the Temple! and though I am lame,- I enter through the gate called Beautiful, -J. W. CHADWICK. THE GATE CALLED BEAUTIFUL. "And they brought a man lame from his birth, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful." ACTS iii, 2. HE beautiful gate of the temple of which the Jews were particularly proud, had been built for them by Herod the King, out of Corinthian brass. And at this gate there was laid a lame man who was made whole again by the power and sympathy that lay in the hearts of these new Christians. When I ask myself, as I have had occasion frequently, what is the thing you are trying to do and the word you are trying to say here, I answer thus: I am trying to interpret life in this world to the men and women that are in it; I am trying to make them understand, as far as I can, what this world is and what the will of God in it is. There are many views of this world and of life in it. The Greeks, as you know, loved this world intensely, and the very word Cosmos, is a word which means the beautiful, as the word Nature means that which is continually becoming or growing into some new and wonderful strength, and the Greeks loved life in it. The great Achilles said that he would rather be a dog on earth than reign a king in heaven; and of all the people of the past there were none that so dreaded to die as the Greeks. The Romans, sturdy, strong and |