WE forget our dreams because we have not the inspiration of the Presence in our lives. We fail to sing our sweetest because we are not keyed to the Divine Harmonies. But the door of hope is never closed to him who would enter. Look to the hills, from whence cometh our help. Close your ears to the din of world-strife ringing in them, so that you may hear the still small voice whispering within of hope and courage and help and achievement. Tear from your eyes the film of worldliness, and get a fresh vision of God. Tune anew the chimes of your soul, and set them ringing in harmony with the music of heaven. Link up with God, and the forgotten dream will flash again from the recesses of memory with new glory, and under its inspiration life will take on new aspirations, and you will move again under the impulse of a mighty purpose and the enthusiasm of a reincarnated youth.— N. Y. Observer.