Wey-Notes.

I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.-St. John xiv. 6.

However, I am sure that there is a common spirit that plays within us, and that is the Spirit of God. Whoever feels not the warm gale and gentle ventilation of this Spirit, I dare not say he lives; for, truly, without this to me there is no heat under the tropic, nor any light, though I dwelt in the body of the sun.-SIR THOMAS BROWNE.

Afflictions are the methods of a merciful Providence to force upon us the only means of setting matters right.-L'ESTRANGE.

The sensible presence of God, and shining of His clear-discovered face.-ARCHBISHOP LEighton.

The doctrine in which all religions agree, is that new light is added to the mind in proportion as it uses that which it has.-EMERSON.

Here eyes do regard you

In Eternity's stillness;

Here is all fulness,

Ye brave, to reward you;

Work, and despair not.

-GOETHE.

Gruth.

He that is of the Truth heareth My voice.-ST. JOHN XVII. 37.

PERFECT Character,

The Truth, the Life, the Way,
Through Thee descends the Comforter
To turn our night to day.

Thou hast endured it all,

The cross of life below;

And from the wormwood and the gall
What peace and sweetness flow!

Inspire us day by day

With Thy heroic mind,

To leave along our homeward way
Our little selves behind;

And through the Comforter

Whom Thou dost send us here,
Approach Thee, Perfect Character,
Where Truth is always clear.

Truth lies in character. Christ did not simply speak truth: He was truth; truth through and

through; for truth is a thing, not of words, but of Life and Being. None but a Spirit can be

true.

For example. The friends of Job spoke words of truth. Scarcely a maxim which they uttered could be impugned: cold, hard, theological verities; but verities out of place-in that place cruel and untrue. Job spoke many words not strictly accurate-hasty, impetuous, blundering, wrong; but the whirlwind came, and before the Voice of God the veracious falsehoods were swept into endless nothingness-the true man, wrong, perplexed, in verbal error, stood firm. He was true, though his sentences were not; turned to the truth as the sunflower to the sun, -as the darkened plant, imprisoned in the vault, turns towards the light,-struggling to solve the fearful enigma of his existence.

Job was a servant of the truth, being true in character.

Christianity joins two things inseparably together-acting truly, and perceiving truly. Every day the eternal nature of that principle becomes more certain. If any man will do His will, he shall know of the doctrine whether it be of God.

It is a perilous thing to separate feeling from action; to have learnt to feel rightly without acting rightly. It is a danger to which, in a refined and polished age, we are peculiarly exposed. The romance, the poem, and the sermon, teach us how to feel. Our feelings are

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delicately correct. But the danger is this: feeling is given to lead to action; if feeling be suffered to awake without passing into duty, the character becomes untrue. When the emergency for real action comes, the feeling is, as usual, produced; but, accustomed as it is to rise in fictitious circumstances without action, neither will it lead on to action in the real ones. "We pity wretchedness, and shun the wretched" sentiments, just, honorable, refined, lofty, but somehow, when a truth presents itself in the shape of duty, we are unable to perform it. And so such characters become by degrees like the artificial pleasure-grounds of bad taste, in which the waterfall does not fall, and the grotto offers only the refreshment of an imaginary shade, and the green hill does not strike the skies, and the tree does not grow. Their lives are a sugared crust of sweetness trembling over black depths of hollowness; more truly still, "whited sepulchres,"-fair without to look "within full of all uncleaness." - F. W.

upon, ROBERTSON.

Truth indeed came into the world with her Divine Master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on; but when He ascended, and His apostles after Him were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon with his conspirators, how they dealt with the good Osiris, took the virgin Truth, hewed her lovely

form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of Truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down, gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever shall do till her Master's second coming: He shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection. MILTON.

Nowadays, men will investigate all things, inward and outward. Truth! canst thou escape from the furious hunt? They go forth with nets. and poles to catch thee; but, with spirit-like tread, thou glidest away through their midst.— SCHILLER.

To love truth for truth's sake is the principal part of human perfection, and the seed-plot of all other virtues. LOCKE.

When the majestic form of Truth approaches it is easier for a disingenuous mind to start aside till she is past, and then reappearing, say, "It was not Truth," than to meet her, and bow, and obey.-JOHN FOSTER.

This same Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masks and mummeries and triumphs of the world, half so daintily as candle lights. Truth may perhaps come to the price of a pearl that showeth best by day,