March 28

The Lord is my strength, and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise Him.—Ps. xxviii, 7.

Be quiet, why this anxious heed

About thy tangled ways?

God knows them all, He giveth speed,

And He allows delays.

E. W.

Talk of hair-cloth shirts, and scourgings, and sleeping on ashes as means of saintship! There is no need of them in our country. Let a woman once look at her domestic trials as her hair-cloth, her ashes, her scourges—accept them—rejoice in them—smile and be quiet, silent, patient, and loving under them—and the convent can teach her no more; she is a victorious saint.

HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.

Nothing else but this seeing God in everything will make us loving and patient with those who annoy and trouble us. They will be to us then only the instruments for accomplishing His tender and wise purposes toward us, and we shall even find ourselves at last inwardly thanking them for the blessings they bring us. Nothing else will completely put an end to all murmuring or rebelling thoughts.

H. W. S.