If it is a greater thing to rule the spirit than it is to take a city, we have great worlds to conquer which are close by, and we need not sigh for greater. The unseen world we each live in, do our battling in, where we love and hate, hope and despair, conquer and fail, is an immense arena, which the "pigmy size" we wear doth greatly belie. We do not realize the immensity of our being, nor the immensity of the world in which we live, the endless chain of thought, the depths and heights of our spiritual existence even in this present life, until we have learned to know something of the real things; until we know that this visible world is the most unreal world we know anything about. How sublime to be a kingly ruler of this real self, in this real world, where nobody but God knows all about it. Irritant, anxious, impatient reigning betokens weakness and an undisciplined force. When the endurance, the patience of the soul fail, then the flood-gates are open, and all is lost and the citadel taken; but if patience hath her perfect work, ye are perfect and entire, wanting nothing. Patience hopeth to the end; patience can wait and can see the end, has eyes to see and ears to hear all. It is at leisure. A soul hurried and worried, strung to the highest tension, not only loses its desired end but loses all, for the kingdom is not ahead of you, but is in you, if it is anywhere. Patience, patience is the crying need of to-day.—Advance.