Professor Peabody conducted Vesper services yesterday afternoon. His address was a strong one and his earnest appeal to give more thought to God made a deep impression on all.

The most remarkable paragraph in English literature is perhaps that passage in which Spencer describes the rhythm of motion. Motion is unrest; it is undulation. In everything there is a pulsatory motion and however true this would appear of the world, it is also true of heavenly life. The law of motion is the law of intermittent life, there are many who do not follow this, thus avoiding the motion al law of life.

The man who would master his own calling must, like an artist, step back and look at his work from a distance before applying himself to it again. Thus he would be conforming with the rhythm of life. Many men have no aim in life but are indifferent to all surroundings. In such a life a business would become a pleasure. Among the most disinteresting persons are those who seek nothing but pleasures; these then avoid the law; they become the most uncomfortable and most unhappy persons we know.

Let us look at our life and see what it is. First is the influence that enters from without and secondly is the outward matter which comes to us. Like the two tracks of a railroad, one is used to carry material away and distribute it along the road while the other collects it and brings it to be stored at the journey's end. Now let us suppose that one of our human trusts is blockaded, what then is the result? Your physician informs you that you are unwell; that your system is not in order. The fact is, we are receiving so much from God and sending back nothing; the outgoing tracks are blocked. This situation represents the position of the world.

Life is like a stream that has flowed on and on until it becomes shallow and is nearly worn out. Then it is God's person which makes the stream reopen its heart, and life, all broad and deep, flows on again.

The choir sang "A wake, awake, put on thy strength, "Stainer; "I will love Thee," W. B. Gilleot; Solo, "Come ye children," Sullivan, Mr. J. D. Merrill.