Poem August 7, 1902 Issue

In the Book our Mother Read

Whittier

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll,
From all the flower-fields of the soul:
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from our quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mother read.

Whittier.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand of the theological books printed twenty-five years ago are now worthless and unsalable. But the same thing may be said of books of many other kinds,—medical, philosophical, scientific. Not a single instrument used in the laboratories of Harvard College forty years ago has any value now excepting as a curiosity for a museum. It is astonishing how many things we have lost, to the great advantage of the human race.—Christian Register.

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