Professor C. C. Everett, D. D., preached a very impressive sermon last evening in Appleton Chapel on the similarity between the games of children and the games in real life.

The children playing in the market place are actually playing on the very edge of this tumultuous life. Children like to imitate things in real life. They have their shops, their houses, and then markets and sail their ships on the water. One often feels like keeping children from this show of real life which is to come only too soon.

When at first the play has become a reality one does not mind it. The first business seems like going back to boyish days. But when life loses this element of play, if it does lose it all, there comes the tragedy of real life. It comes when all play is gone and when there is nothing left except tiresome work. He who once worked in play is now driven to it.

There are some whose lives are all play; they look on nothing as serious. Then there are those who take the artistic view; the world is a group of pictures to them. The truth is, life is not all work or all play and this distinction between the two is what I draw.

Activity is play when one does a thing for himself; but when he is striving for a certain victory then it is work. A pursuit often begins as a play but ends as work. A man who has more money then he can use still keeps at his business. It is not money that this man loves it is the game. Another man works to gain a living and to gain and hold a position in society which is a burden to many.

The speculator is not much different from the boy who makes some bold dash for victory in his games. The close man who takes the outward things in earnest acts in a foolish manner. It is as if the children in the market place should take their artificial money for real and horde it away. You have a contempt for the boy who looses his temper at play; we should take an example from this in real life.

When a person is young he delights in the lordly nobles of a play, but when he grows older he admires the worth of each individual in his part. The man who is proud on account of his social position is as foolish as the strong king on the stage who glories in his part. True parts are assigned by a power higher than our own. The angel applauds the man for his own worth not for his station or dress.

Thus we may see how real, after all, are the games of the child. The world is the market place and we are the children playing in it.

The choir sang; Teach Me. O Lord, Moir; Lead Kindly Light, Sullivan; O Savior of the World, Goss.