The Ian Maclaren yearbook . ry on them the breathof the country. He founded His kingdom ona hillside, where the wind blew as it listed, andHis chosen oratory was under the silver olive-trees. Time and again Jesus fled to the desert,where the pasture-lilies grew in their unclothedmultitude, or to some solitary place where Hecould be alone with God in the cool and silentnight. The Upper Room. April 30 MORAL truths ripen slowly; but giventime, and Christianity was bound to be-come the most potent force in the state, althoughJesus had never said one word about politics,and His apostles had adhered
The Ian Maclaren yearbook . ry on them the breathof the country. He founded His kingdom ona hillside, where the wind blew as it listed, andHis chosen oratory was under the silver olive-trees. Time and again Jesus fled to the desert,where the pasture-lilies grew in their unclothedmultitude, or to some solitary place where Hecould be alone with God in the cool and silentnight. The Upper Room. April 30 MORAL truths ripen slowly; but giventime, and Christianity was bound to be-come the most potent force in the state, althoughJesus had never said one word about politics,and His apostles had adhered closely to Hisexample. Men who have been fed with Christsbread, and in whose heart His spirit is striving,will not long tolerate slavery, tyranny, vice, orignorance. If they do not apply the principleto the fact to-day, tliey will to-morrow. Theirconscience is helpless in the grip of Christsword. They will be constrained to labour intlie cause of Christ, and when their work is donemen will praise them. The Mmdofthe WHEN George came home for the lasttime, Marget went back and forwardall afternoon from his bedroom to the window,and hid herself beneath the laburnum to see hisface as the cart stood before the stile. It toldher plain what she had feared, and Margetpassed through her Gethsemane with the goldblossoms falling on her face. When their eyesmet, and before she helped him down, motherand son understood. Ye mind what I told ye, o the Greekmothers, the day I left. Weel, I wud hae likedto have carried my shield, but it wasna to be, soI ve come home on it. As they went slowlyup the garden walk, Ive got my degree, adouble first, mathematics and classics. Yeve been a gude soldier, George, andfaithfu. Unto death, am dootin, mother. Na, said Marget, unto life. Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush. May I WHEN a good cause finds a befitting leader,it will be victorious before set of had about him such a grace of beauty andchivalry that his officers risked their lives tobr
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