_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.

Well may Thy happy children cease From restless wishes, prone to sin, And, in Thy own exceeding peace, Yield to Thy daily discipline.
A. L. WARING.
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.
H. B. STOWE.
Perhaps it is a greater energy of Divine Providence, which keeps the Christian from day to day, from year to year–praying, hoping, running, believing–against all hindrances–which maintains him as a _living martyr_, than that which bears him up for an hour in sacrificing himself at the stake.
R. CECIL.