Up, then, with speed, and work; Fling ease and self away — This is no time for thee to sleep — Up, watch, and work, and pray ! — HORATIUS BONAR. My God, help me always resolutely to strive, and, through life and death, to force my way unto Thee. — CHRISTIAN SCRIVER. EARTH. This poor world, the object of so much insane attachment, we are about to leave; it is but misery, vanity, and folly; a phantom, — the very fashion of which " passeth away." — FENELON. We are pilgrims, not settlers ; this earth is our inn, not our home. — J. H. VINCENT. Build your nest upon no tree here, for ye see that God hath sold the forest to death. — RUTHERFORD. Too low they build who build beneath the stars. — YOUNG. Our earthly possessions will indeed perish in the final wreck of all things; but let the ship perish, let all we have sink in the deep, if we may come "safe to land." From these storms and billows — these dangerous seas — these tempestuous voyages — may we all be brought at last, safe to heaven. — ALBERT BARNES.