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Crosses Are Of No Use To Us But Inasmuch As We Yield Ourselves Up To Them And Forget Ourselves.

I Had Often Heard Mentor Say, That The Voluptuous Were Never Brave, And I Now Found By Experience That It Was True; For The Cyprians Whose Jollity Had Been So Extravagant And Tumultuous, Now Sunk Under A Sense Of Their Danger And Wept Like Women. I Heard Nothing But The Screams Of Terror And The Wailings Of Hopeless Distress. Some Lamented The Loss Of Pleasures That Were Never To Return; But None Had Presence Of Mind Either To Undertake Or Direct The Navigation Of The Menaced Vessel.

Let Us Pray God That He Would Root Out Of Our Hearts Every Thing Of Our Own Planting, And Set Out There, With His Own Hands, The Tree Of Life, Bearing All Manner Of Fruits.

This Poor World, The Object Of So Much Insane Attachment, We Are About To Leave; It Is But Misery, Vanity, And Folly; A Phantom--the Very Fashion Of Which "passeth Away.

How Different The Peace Of God From That Of The World! It Calms The Passions, Preserves The Purity Of The Conscience, Is Inseparable From Righteousness, Unites Us To God And Strengthens Us Against Temptations. The Peace Of The Soul Consists In An Absolute Resignation To The Will Of God.