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Pray Over Every Truth; For Though The Renewed Heart Is Not "desperately Wicked," It Is Quite Deceitful Enough To Become So, If God Be Forgotten A Moment.

What Is The Commonest, And Yet The Least Remembered Form Of Heroism? The Heroism Of An Average Mother. Ah! When I Think Of That Broad Fact I Gather Hope Again For Poor Humanity, And This Dark World Looks Bright, This Diseased World Looks Wholesome To Me Once More, Because, Whatever Else It Is Or Is Not Full Of, It Is At Least Full Of Mothers.

Study Nature As The Countenance Of God.

Whatever May Be The Mysteries Of Life And Death, There Is One Mystery Which The Cross Of Christ Reveals To Us, And That Is The Infinite And Absolute Goodness Of God. Let All The Rest Remain A Mystery So Long As The Mystery Of The Cross Of Christ Gives Us Faith For All The Rest.

Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who Will Be Clever.