Heroic Forces.

INSPIRED force has ever been a dominant power of the true hero. It has led the advance guard in all successful ref ormations in the affairs of men, from the earliest historic age to the present time.

In modern times we see this force illustrated in such heroes as Columbus among his charts; Patrick Henry in convention; Webster and Clay in the Senate; Washington and Grant in the field; and the immortal Lincoln in the White House. We also see it in Fulton, Fitch, and Stephenson among their plans; in Morse and Edison in the laboratory; and Livingston and Stanley in the jungles of the Dark Continent.

The same force has ever led the advance guard in all great discoveries,

noble deeds and grand achievements, whether in morals, science, physics, or metaphysics.

It led the Christian martyrs, warriors and heroes to deeds of imperishable valor and courage. It was this power that took the Israelites out of bondage, and the Euphrates out of its channel. It overturned Babylon, and built the pyramids. It led the great Alexander and Cæsar to conquest, and Napoleon with his legions to victory and empire.

It was this force that led Count De Lesseps to unite the waters of the Mediter ranean with those of the Red Sea. The same inspiration spanned and pontooned the ocean, breached the Alps, scaled the Himalayas, and laid the iron gauge above the clouds and laughed at the storm. It has planted imperishable flowers in

every land, and its beacon lights on every shore; and while the heart and soul of inspiration live above the murky clouds of doubt and fear, its paths are often strewn with thorns. But this penalty in no degree impairs its force and power. On the contrary, the true hero at times seems to court opposition for the satisfaction of destroying it.

Heroic man, inspired with force divine, can see no wave too deep or broad to cross, or mountain top too steep or high to climb; can see no way too rough to run and win; no gulf however deep or wide to bridge, or wealth too deeply hid in caves to spurn. He storms the savage rock, the vaults unfold; walks calmly o'er its prostrate broken form; at leisure counts and packs its hoarded gold. He charms and chains the lightning's

breath, and at his nod it speaks his will with tongue of fire around the world on every shore.

To bridge the skies and toy with solar worlds, to weigh their sands and mark their flights in space, are all within the line of distant goals. With polished lens and reason poised, he notes the comet's time and marks its graceful sweep among the stars. He scans and ranks the far-off stellar deep through realms that only time and law can reach.

White Hair.

WHITE hair is not unfrequently a

beautiful crown of light.

Like sunrise

on the Alps, its beauty is one of nature's

master works of art.

By and By.

WE shall meet among the stars many loved ones of ours by and by, Where the fragrance of flowers falls around them in showers from the sky.

We shall live by and by where the many-colored stars make the day; There the splendor of their light "will forever hide the night" from our way.

We shall rest by and by, where our many cherished hopes never die ; In splendor of a home, where angels love to roam in the sky.

We shall meet at the goal by and by, the dear ones who gave us a tear;

And the flowers they left in our hands will freshen again for us there.