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When Charlemagne died, he was buried at Aix la Chapelle, "keeping royal state and semblance still." The purple robe was around him, the crown glittered on his pallid brow. The sword of state lay near him, and the scepter rested in his hand. Seated on a chair of state, with all these insignia of royalty upon him and around him, he was left in the chamber of death. A century afterward, that silent chamber was opened by the barbarian Otho. And now the purple robe was dust and ashes. The crown was a faded spangle, the sword of state corroded metal, and all that remained of Charles the Great, a ghastly skeleton.

(1227)

Glory in Duty—See.

GLORY IN IDEALS

It is glory enough to have shouted the name Of the living God in the teeth of an army of foes; To have thrown all prudence and forethought away And for once to have followed the call of the soul Out into the danger of darkness, of ruin and death. To have counseled with right, not success, for once, Is glory enough for one day.

It is glory enough for one day To have dreamed the bright dream of the reign of right; To have fastened your faith like a flag to that immaterial staff And have marched away, forgetting your base of supplies. And while the worldly-wise see nothing but shame and ignoble retreat, And tho far ahead the heart may faint and the flesh prove weak— To have dreamed that bold dream is glory enough, Is glory enough for one day.

—, The American Magazine.

(1228)

GLORY OF CHRIST

Emery Pottle is the author of this sentiment appropriate to Advent season:

Strange, we so toil to fashion for our unseen ends The splendors that the tarnish of this world doth mar— Such palaces that crumble to a ruined age, Such garbled memories upon Fame's fragile page— When all the lasting glory of our life depends Upon a little Child, a stable, and a star. (Text.)

(1229)

GLORY OF NATURE

A teacher in Alaska went out one day with one of her pupils to do some sketching. The little girl she took with her was about ten years of age and quite skilful with her brush. When the day was nearly over the teacher looked at the sky where the sun was setting. "Try to make a picture of that sunset," said the teacher to the pupil. The little girl looked at the beautiful sight in the heavens and then turned to her teacher and said, "I can't draw glory." It was a bright answer made by that little Alaska girl. It is God who has painted the sunset sky, and there is no human skill that can draw the glory which He has created.—

(1230)

GOD

God! Thou art Love! I build my faith on that! I know Thee, Thou hast kept my path and made Light for me in the darkness—tempering sorrow, So that it reached me like a solemn joy; It were too strange that I should doubt Thy love.—

(1231)

God, A Coworker with—See.

God a Protector—See.

"God and We"—See.

God Cares—See.

"God Claims Me"—See.

GOD FIRST

Here is a lesson on pronouns in Christian grammar according to the Bishop of Cambridge:

We have learned to say, "First person, I; second, thou; third, he." But to put it right, we must turn it upside down: "First per-