to have tainted the very atmosphere in all parts of the world. And in many lands it is producing the most disastrous results, both in the lives of individ uals and of nations. It is a time for the sincere good-will men and women of the world to guard their own intellectual and moral health, and so rest and steady their souls on the goodness of God that the genuine good-will in their hearts and in their deeds shall enable them to show forth their inward peace and contentment to a discontented world.

On every hand there is a fruitful field in which the good-will people may win the prize of peace. The good-will man does not need to go about criticizing his neighbours in order to improve them. As some one wisely says: "It is better to help people to criticize themselves than it is to criticize them." They will believe themselves; they ar not likely to believe you. The way to bring about this wholesome and helpful condition of self-criticism, with its accompanying desire for improvement, is to show the spirit of sincere and persistent good-will in our own daily living. It was a very high tribute paid to a certain Christian man when one who had known him intimately said of him: "He never told me that I ought to do better, but I always came away from any conversation with him wanting to do better."

Our own homes, with the people who know us best, who love us most, and who are dearest to us, are a most fruitful field of blessing for all of us who are seeking to be men and women of good-will. Were you ever in a cold-storage plant? You enter a great warehouse, and huge padded doors are closed sharply

behind you, preventing even a breath of warm air from entering with you. Once inside the ice chambers, so radical is the change of atmosphere that one feels as though he had passed on a hot afternoon of a mid-summer's day into a cave in some Arctic winter. There, perhaps, in long rows hang hundreds of great beeves, frozen stiff. It requires only a few minutes to make you shiver as if chilled to the marrow of your bones. You are glad indeed to be out of doors again and feel the glow of the sunshine.

Do you know, there are too many homes where the atmosphere mentally and spiritually is like that? It is the tragedy of domestic life in multitudes of homes. My friends, cold-storage has no place in the home, where men and women and children are to live and grow and fit each other for heaven. It takes the warm sunshine of smiles, the loving caress, the tender embrace, the breath of kind, gentle words, and the dew of praise, to draw out the sweet fragrance of the beautiful flowers that blossom only in happy and grateful hearts.

How this old world would glow with new beauty and take on tints of the skies if about all the professed Christian hearthstones of America good-will should have perfectly the right of way! Why take politeness and courtesy to the office or store and be so stingy with words of love and praise and sympathy and tender appreciation for the dear ones at home? When we are in social life among mere acquaintances or among strangers, our tongues are nimble and quick to fit themselves to praise or thanks for a deed well or courteously done. But how often a deed accom

plished with even greater skill and tendered with the sweet grace of loving thoughtfulness in the home is received with silence as a formal matter of course!

The divorce courts would close to-morrow and never open again to any good man or woman on earth if every husband and wife, in the sincere spirit of good-will, would seek as carefully and tenderly to find the good points in each other, and express themselves as lovingly about them to their mate as they did in the sweetheart days before marriage. The wedded people who persistently continue to make love to each other after marriage, with the same unselfish thoughtfulness of their comrade's happiness as before mar riage, do continue to love each other with a more reverent tenderness, a deeper sympathy, a wider understanding, and a more complete adoration as the years go by.

Nothing will give to children such a background of heaven out of which to go out to a strong and noble career, as a home where a spirit of thoughtful good-will and appreciation of one another is the at mosphere of the home.

They tell us the birds have many highways through the skies when they pass from land to land in their pilgrimages to summer and winter homes. A famous naturalist paints a graphic picture for the imagination in the gathering of the migratory birds of France for their annual flight toward Africa. It is shown that they have two great atmospheric highways which they pursue by preference-one leading over the Pyrenees by the principal passes in Spain, and thence by the Strait of Gibraltar; and the other skirt

ing the Alps, and passing down the whole length of Italy. As the season advances the birds may be seen converging from Western, Central and Southern France toward the Pyrenean passes. Sometimes the same species, such as the chaffinch, divide into two parties, which some observers claim to be able to distinguish by the character of their songs, one taking the Spanish and the other the Italian route. Each species has its favorite way, depending on the supply of the kind of food it prefers. The bullfinch follows the ranges of low hills; the blackbird keeps to the vineyards; and still others follow the water-courses and shore lines. And so the birds have many highways by which they reach their land of dreams. But it is not so with human souls. Man has but one sure highway from earth to heaven, and that is the Christblazed path of good-will. God guide us all therein !

|AINT IZAAK WALTON, the patron saint of all thoughtful and joyous anglers for all time, of which number I have rejoiced to claim my right to membership these many years, says that in fishing in a stream on a bright day the fisherman must "always face the sunny side of the stream." Says the quaint old angler: "Never stand so that the sun will cast your shadow across the water."

The wisdom of that advice immediately appeals to us. Fish are so shy and timid that even the darkening of the water about them by a falling shadow will often drive them away. But like many of the sayings of the good old angler, it may be given a much deeper meaning. In the wider stream of life, where we angle for success and happiness, it is vastly important that we face the sunlight and do not throw a disturbing shadow upon others.

The Psalmist declares in our text, as in many other Psalms, that God is our sun, and it is when the sunlight of the face of God shines upon us that good things come to us and through us to our fellows.

Joaquin Miller, our old Oregon poet, means the