...which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now : This crust is my body broken for thee, The water His blood that died on the tree, The Holy Supper...with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbour and me." Longfellow is permeated through and through with the spirit of Christianity. Thank...

...jeopardy. JOHN RUSKIN. NOT grudgingly, or of necessity : for God loveth a cheerful giver. — 2 COR. ix. 7. THE Holy Supper is kept indeed In whatso we share...three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. JTlAPPY is the man who has that in his soul which acts upon the dejected as April...

...me but now ; This crust is my body broken for^hee, This water his blood that died ojl*the t*ee ; : The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, *-? In whatso we...giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me." — *> IX. Sir Launfal awoke as from a swound : " The Grail...

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...the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed. In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we (jive, but what we share — For the gift without the giver...three — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.'" The lesson here impressed, like the august truth touching duty in the presence of great problems that...

...human. To quote the words of the Christ in Lowell's exquisite poem, " The Vision of Sir Launfal": " Not what we give but what we share, For the gift without...giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds thee. Himself, his hungry neighbor, and me. " It is for such ministrations that we need deaconesses...

...— Not that which we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare : Who bestows himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and Me." LOWELL: The Vision of Sir Launfal, p. 11. HE next morning, after breakfast, Tom, East, and Gower met...

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...were shed softer than leaves from the pine, And they fell on Sir Launfal as snows on the brine, " I^o, it is I, be not afraid ! In many climes, without avail,...feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me." FROM " MY LOVE." She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise : For naught that...

...were shed softer than leaves from the pine, And they fell on Sir I/aunfal as snows on the brine, " Lo, it is I, be not afraid ! In many climes, without...giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me." FROM " MY LOVE." She doeth little kindnesses, Which...