TNE MONITOR.

THE STREAM OF LIFE.
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The following beautiful passage is from
sermon preached by Bishop Heber, to his pa
Ashoners short time before his departure Tor
India, in 1923.


Life bears us on like the stream OF
mighty river. Our boat, at first, glides down
iae narrow channel, through the murmur-
..hs OF the little brook, and the winding OF
rs grassy border. The trees shed their
blossoms over our young heads; the flowers
"a the brink seem to offer themselves to our
Young hands; we are happy in hope. and " c
grasp eagerly at the beauties around US; but
,ne stream hurries on, and still our hands are
empty.


:, %'ur course in youth and manhood is
sttong wider and deeper flood, and amid
ooyects more striking and magnificent. we
ase animated by the moving pictures OF en-
%yment and industry which passes before
W. W. We are excited by some short-lived sue
ss sssss, or depressed and rendered miserable
T ~. equally short-lived disappointment. But
WI; ,aa energy and our dependence are both In
,an am The stream bears us on, and our Joys
s'a our griefs alike left behind US; we may
ps, ~ snipwrecked, but we cannot anchor; oui
s. wage may be FASTENED but it cannot be