The book of nature is an expression of the thoughts of God. We have God's terrible thoughts in the thunder and lightning; God's loving thoughts in the sunshine and the balmy breeze; God's bounteous, prudent, careful thoughts in the waving harvest and in the ripening meadow. We have God's brilliant thoughts

in the wondrous scenes which are beheld from mountain-top and valley; and we have God's most sweet and pleasant thoughts of beauty in the little flowers that blossom at our feet. "God gives us richly all things to enjoy."

We were awakened at six o'clock, in the Hartz mountains, by the cheerful notes of a trumpet, playing a tuneful and enlivening German air, and so proclaiming the Sabbath. It struck me that it was a fitting way to usher in the happy day of rest. I would

on the Lord's day wake up with music, and conclude my sleep with a dream of angels chanting the songs of Heaven, and inviting me to join their choir. Not with the dull note of the sackbut, but with psaltery and harp of joyful sound, let the Sabbath dawn.