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pelled, there is no despair. Again and again he went out into the world to lift up mankind, to do them good and make them better, but he was always repulsed. There was, however, no relaxation of endeavor; the Evangelist tells us simply that he went to other villages. He could do no more than work on, weary and sad at heart and go down to the darkness of death with an apparent failure.

What lesson does this forcibly bring home to us? Often the very best things we offer our fellowmen, our hardest efforts, our greatest work, go unappreciated by them. We set out to do something noble, something chivalrous, eager to be of use in the world, eager to give inspiration and power to a fellow soul. God inspired us to do this, and yet we find response only here and there. Under such hard conditions what would a brave man do? Have faith, work on and learn to wait. The truth will come and at any rate he will gain high virtues in the ministering of the Word, and every true word shall bring salvation.

The following anthems were sung by the choir: "Ye shall Dwell in the Land," Hainer; "The God of Harvest Praise," Pearce; solo, "Not a Sparrow Falleth," Gilbert.