E .^32. Class _tJiAi. Book_ ut the half was not told us. I have no hyena-taste for disinterring the mangled four years which the quick hand of time has gracefully urned or rudely earthed. Enough the conclusion, heroic or humiliating, as you will it, that the older the world grows, the harder men fight. Conversely view- ing it, shall M^e have the consolation, that principle is nobler, sacrifice more willing-, virtue more adamantine, and therefore that we are as cer- tain to enjoy the verities of peace as we have certainly endured the realities of war. Arguing from the multitudinous graves of Spottsylvania, shall we not derive at least the earnest of a heroic peace. God grant it. We can scarcely do less than accept the token. At all events, we bless the Divine Disposer that to the midnight tempest has succeeded the noonday calm, and that peace has come in our day. But before we go further, let ui remember that peace, though it "has sweets that Hybla never ^ new." is yet not ihe chiefest of lilessings. The church bells would have summoned the Christians of our land to a Thanksgiving Service, even though dove- eyed peace was still an exile. There is something higher and holier than peace, something which lights uf) with beauty even the sulphurous canopy of battle, and which brings a triumphant joy to the heart, even when men cry the fiercest havoc and let slip the most maddened of the dogs of war. This is the supremest occasion of gratitude for the nation and the citizen, even as it is the purest spring of prosperity and happiness. I mean the revealed face and extended hand of God in Christ. Here is the eminent •ground of gratitude. Before the spectacle of a reconciled God, a benefi- cent Father, a ready Redeemer, and an open Heaven, whether we have war or peace, famine or plenty, pestilence or health, we can lift up the song of rejoicing and pierce the very heavens with our pealing anthems of praise and thanksgiving. And now, on this day, we bless Thee, O God, for the gift of Thy dear Son ; we bless Thee for open Bibles and a free pulpit, we bless Thee for plenteous harvests, we bless Thee that we have thus far been spared the pestilence which has of late in other lands been walking in darkness and wasting at noon-day. We bless Thee for indications, neither few nor feeble, that the blessed religion of the Lord Jesus is speedily to be spread across the face of this broad continent, bridging the mighty rivers, spanning the broad prairies, arching the towering mountdns, and linking with the golden chain of the Gospel the surges of the angry Atlantic to the rolling billows of the placid Pacific. On this elevated ground of gratitude, the individual, the church and the nation should take their stand and always hold it. Here, lifted above the pigmy incidents of common life, we can see God as He is, and praise Him for what He does. Here we can thank Him for the retarn of national peace, appreciating its value, not only as related to national life and prosperity, but as still more and most importantly related to the welfare of the Church and the Soul; and so contributing, hol to the pride and glory of the State, as much as to the glory of Christ and the majesty of Heaven. With our immediate and most coveted blessings, then let us not be so en- grossed as to neglect appreciating the paramount anu permanent benefactions of God. There is a [)eace which the world can r,t itiier give nor take away, holding the soul in the sublime poise of spiritual rest amidst all the dis- tractions of earth, and committing it at death to the ecstatic repose of Heaven. For this we chant the soul's Gloria in li^xcelsis. To this, the nation's peace, the yellow harvests, the prevalence of health and pros- perity are as tiie preluding strains of an anthem. They are but as tributaries to the grandly rolling river. They aie but vestibules to the true temple oi' j^raise. They are but feeble ini^redients in the cup of Thanksgiving. They are the mere appetizing, elements in the soul's great banquet of joy. Tn view of this, how dwrirfed are all the objects which now so largely engross us. The great conflicts of our moral life are but as the gymnastics of childhooil. The drjaded or coveted alter- nation of prosperity and advei'.