_For which cause we faint not; but, though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day_.–2 COR. iv. 16.

Let my soul beneath her load Faint not through the o’erwearied flesh; Let me hourly drink afresh Love and peace from Thee, my God!
C. F. RICHTER.
In my attempts to promote the comfort of my family, the quiet of my spirit has been disturbed. Some of this is doubtless owing to physical weakness; but, with every temptation, there is a way of escape; there is never any need to sin. Another thing I have suffered loss from,–entering into the business of the day without seeking to have my spirit quieted and directed. So many things press upon me, this is sometimes neglected; shame to me that it should be so.
This is of great importance, to watch carefully,–now I am so weak–not to over-fatigue myself, because then I cannot contribute to the pleasure of others; and a placid face and a gentle tone will make my family more happy than anything else I can do for them. Our own will gets sadly into the performance of our duties sometimes.
ELIZABETH T. KING.