subterfuge and apology-a "suicidal delusion and pitfall." Yes, to-morrow I will begin to learn Syro-Chaldaic (we overhear him saying): I will read the novel of the day to-day. Tomorrow I will dine on a mutton-chop and a glass of water. To-day I will ask the chef at the club to send me up a pretty little dinner, not forgetting that irresistible choufleur au gratin, and bid the butler bring me that curious pommard with the iron-grey seal. To-morrow I will finish my magnum opus, my "Treatise on the Books of Job and Ecclesiastes in their relation to Human Wisdom and Knowledge." To-day flippant rubbish or frothy egotism shall flow from my pen. To-morrow I will pay my tailor. To-day I will order a new coat. In fine: "To-morrow I will atone for the wrong, and pray for strength to continue in the right. To-day I will follow my devices, and listen to the promptings of the world, the flesh, and the devil. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow." For many years, the late Alfred de Vigny continued slowly amassing poetical materials, though publishing nothing, and murmuring always, like André Chenier, "Rien n'est fait aujourd'hui, tout sera fait demain." The morrow has come, wrote the Journal des Débats, in recording his death, and his artist hands are cold in the grave. Says the Cordelier to the condemned Thief in Mat Prior's derry-down ballad, 66 Courage, friend; to-day is your period of sorrow; But what says the Thief in reply? "To-morrow? our hero replied in a fright : He that's hanged before noon, ought to think of to-night." But Prior will supply us with more than one study of the subject. Here is a variation, for instance, in matter, manner, and metre: "The hoary fool, who many days Has struggled with continued sorrow, The desperate bet upon to-morrow. "To-morrow comes; 'tis noon, 'tis night; This day like all the former flies: To-morrow, till to-night he dies." The gaming allusion of the first stanza reminds us of the picture of a certain devotee at the roulette table at Hombourg, who kept his seat-tranquil, immovable, vigilant, the Napoleon of roulette; in whose victorious progress Marengos and Austerlitzes succeeded each other, as if Moscow and the Beresina were phantoms-as if to-morrow would never come. "To-morrow; ay, that dread to-morrow that comes to all: the fateful Demain of Victor: "Demain est la sapin du trône, Aujourd'hui c'en est le velours." Yes, to-morrow is the coarse deal, with its ten sacks, that forms C'est not' vieille garde qui jonche au lointain la plaine, Demain c'est le tombeau !" And yet to-morrow was, for good or bad, for better for worse, a favourite phrase with Napoleon. His last words to Murat at nightfall, in the hope of battle with the Russians on the Dwina next day, were, "To-morrow, at five, the sun of Austerlitz!" After the combat of Reichenbach, which lost him Duroc, he sat alone, in moody meditation, neither speaking nor to be spoken with; appealed to in vain for orders by Caulaincourt and Maret: "To-morrow-everything," was the only answer their most urgent demands could wring from him, in his hour of dejection and theirs of need. mood was the emperor when, after Leipsic, he Austrian cabinet to side with him, and at once. wise, he said, they would do so forthwith. he told their representative, that evening. To-morrow it might perhaps be too late; for who could foretell the events of to-morrow? In another pressed the If they were They could do so, So thought Sunderland, in that "agony of terror," almost over-wrought or over-coloured, perhaps, by Macaulay, which impelled him to resign office, in a sort of frenzied haste. He had asked some of his friends to come to his house that he might consult them; they came at the appointed time, but found that he had gone to Kensington, and had left word that he should soon be back. When he joined them, they observed that he had not the gold key which is the badge of the Lord Chamberlain, and asked where it was. "At Kensington," answered Sunderland. They found that he had tendered his resignation, and that it had been, after a long struggle, accepted. They blamed his haste, and told him that since he had summoned them to advise him on that day, he might at least have waited till the morrow. "To-morrow," he exclaimed "would have ruined me. To-night has saved me." A signal contrast the despairing minister presents to the poet's picture of credulous hope which ever promises a morrow better than to-day (like the voluptuaries branded by the Hebrew prophet, who hug themselves in the assurance that To-morrow shall be as this day, and much more abundant): "Credula vitam Spes fovet, ac melius cras fore semper ait." They say that To-morrow never comes. The great Greek father with the golden mouth seems to have based an ethical warning on this thought, when he bids us defer not till tomorrow, for to-morrow is a vanishing quantity. Mǹ eis Tv αὔριον ἀναβάλλου· ἡ γὰρ αὔριον οὐδέ ποτε λαμβάνει τέγος. The moral is one with that of the Latin satirist-though he makes tomorrow come fast enough, one per diem,—and go quite as fast as it came : "Cum lux altera venit, Jam cras hesternum consumpsimus; ecce aliud cras Egerit hys annos." Matter-of-fact people will tell you that To-morrow does come, and fix by their stop-watch the instant of its arrival. Nay, they can appeal to the primus inter poetas for poetical verification of their view. Says the Messenger to the Provost, while it is yet dark, on the morning whichis appointed to be Claudio's last, "Good morrow; for, as I take it, it is almost day." And so with the peers who enter sleepless King Henry's chamber, at the hour they name: "Warwick. Many good morrows to your majesty. K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords? War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords." But, in its own sense, the saying holds good, and is good sense too, that To-morrow never comes. One might take for emblem of its import the touching story told by Southey, of a lady on the point of marriage, whose affianced husband usually travelled by the stage-coach to visit her, and who, going one day to meet him, found instead of her betrothed an old friend, despatched to announce to her his sudden death. She uttered a scream, and piteously exclaimed, "He is dead!" But then all consciousness of the affliction that had befallen her ceased. From that fatal moment she had daily, for fifty years, at the time Dr. Uwins wrote, and "in all seasons, traversed the distance of a few miles, where she expected her future husband to alight from the coach; and every day [adds the doctor, writing in the then present tense] she utters in a plaintive tone, "He is not come yet! I will return to-morrow." To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow-that to her never was, but always was to be. Why, and how, To-morrow never comes, might be discussed in a strain of transcendental metaphysics. Mr. Carlyle, in a memorable chapter headed Natural Supernaturalism, expounds in his mystic suggestive way the philosophic thesis, that Time and Space are but creations of God,-with whom as it is a universal HERE, so it is an everlasting Now. And as regards Man is the Past annihilated, or only past? is the Future nonextant, or only future? "The curtains of Yesterday drop down, and the curtains of To-morrow roll up; but Yesterday and To-morrow both are. Pierce through the Time-element, glance into the Eternal." It is but a glance the strongest eye can take, in that direction. But even a glance may secure a glimpse of things which filmy, unpurged, downlooking eye hath not seen, nor ear heard for they seem to involve unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter. seen; to thee it has never come. To-morrow thou hast never that shall come, will come; and will not tarry. teacher, Death. CRAS iterabimus æquor: to-morrow we shall be sounding our dim and perilous way across the dark waters of that fathomless sea. If the prospect appals, happy he that can adapt to his own hopes, in serenest confidence, yet eager anticipation, as he speculates on what a day, and the Better Land, may bring forth: To-morrow, to fresh woods and pastures new. THE DIVINE AUTHORSHIP OF ORDER. I CORINTHIANS xiv. 33, 40. RACTICALLY, the amount of confusion prevalent in the church of Corinth, arising from irregularities incident to the exercise of " tongues," and to the undisciplined energies of a mixed congregation, appears to have almost rivalled the disorder in the theatre of Ephesus, when the whole city was filled with confusion, and some cried one thing, and some another; for the assembly was confused, and the most part knew not wherefore they were come together. So, when the whole church of Corinth were come together into one place, and all spoke with tongues, to outsiders that for the nonce stepped inside they must appear mad. All things were done indecorously and in most admired disorder. Now, St. Paul was for having all things done decently and in order. "For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace." Order is Heaven's first law. The same apostle is prompt to remind the Thessalonians that he behaved himself not disorderly among them; and this he did because he heard that there were some among them which walked disorderly-áráкTws. The apostolic canon for both T |