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My-young blood friends ! labour and improve the time in youth our steps are light, our minds are ductile, and knowledge is easily laid up. But if we neglect our spring, our summer will be useless, and contemptible, our harvest will be chaff and winter of our old age un. respected and desolate. We must pay heed to the voice of prudence---a lodestar for us all of Acharaya Tulsi, a saint of great erudition of the day, to give a death-knell to malignity and narrow parochialism and to follow the path of piety, broadmindedness and virtue. We must pay the price and not take to ourselves as a matter of course for whatever we have received more than others in health, in talents, in ability, in' success, in a pleasant childhood, in harmonjous conditions of homelife, must render in return an unusually great sacrifice of our lives for other lives. We must exert ourselves honestly for the livelihood bearing in mind the advice of William Pen, "No pain, no balm;- no thorns, no rose, ao gall, no glory, no cress, no crown."
