We Cannot Resist The Conviction That This

Now This Spirit Is Admirably Mortified By The Exercise Of Patience. It Involves Also A Continual Practice Of The Presence Of God; For We May Be Come Upon At Any Moment For An Almost Heroic Display Of Good Temper. It Is A Short Road To Unselfishness; For Nothing Is Left To Self. All That Seems To Belong Most Intimately To Self, To Be Self's Private Property, Such As Time, Home, And Rest, Are Invaded By These Continual Trials Of Patience.

Small Things Are Best: Grief And Unrest To Rank And Wealth Are Given; But Little Things On Little Wings Bear Little Souls To Heaven.

Is The Scrupulous Attention I Am Paying To The Government Of My Tongue At All Proportioned To That Tremendous Truth Revealed Through St. James, That If I Do Not Bridle My Tongue, All My Religion Is Vain?

The Great Fact Is, That Life Is A Service. The Only Question Is, "whom Will We Serve?

Remember That If The Opportunities For Great Deeds Should Never Come, The Opportunities For Good Deeds Are Renewed Day By Day. The Thing For Us To Long For Is The Goodness, Not The Glory.