lishment and then at that she was refused; referred from

one to the other, belped by none; till she had ex

hausted them all; till her strength and heart failed her; she sank down in typhus fever; died, and infected her lane with fever, so that "seventeen other persons " died of fever there, in consequence. The humane Physician asks, thereupon, as with a heart too full for speaking, Would it not have been economy to help this poor Widow? She took typhus fever and killed seventeen of you! — very curious. The forlorn Irish Widow applies to her fellow-creatures as if saying, "Behold I am sinking, bare of help; ye must help me." They answer, "No; impossible thou art no sister of ours." But she proves her sisterhood; her typhus fever kills were her brothers though denying it! ture ever to go lower for proof? Carlyle.

them; they actually Had human crea

If the orphan come to cry, who will soothe him? if he be pettish, who will put up with his ill humors? take heed that he weep not, for the throne of the Almighty is shaken to and fro when the orphan sets a-crying. Once my head was lofty, as that which wears a crown, for then I could lay it upon the bosom of a father; had a fly but dared to settle on my body, it would have been enough to alarm a whole family; but were my enemies ready to make me now their captive, none of my friends would come to my rescue: I can feel a sympathy for the helplessness of infancy, because in my childhood I lost my father. Sadi.

So long as thou art able, grate nobody's heart; for in this path there must be thorns. Sadi.

Were the aggressor in a quarrel my own sister, endeared to me by a thousand generous offices, I would, I must love the sufferer best; at least while he is a sufferer. Richardson.

Let not the sun in Capricorn go down upon thy wrath, but write thy wrongs in water; draw the curtain of night upon injuries; shut them up in the tower of oblivion, and let them be as though they had not been. Forgive thine enemies totally, and without any reserve of hope that, however, God will revenge thee.

To do no injury nor to take none, was a principle which to my former years and impatient affections seemed to contain enough of morality; but my more settled years and Christian constitution, have fallen upon severer resolutions. I can hold there is no such thing as injury; that if there be, there is no such injury as revenge, and no such revenge as the contempt of an injury; that to hate another is to malign himself; that the truest way to love another, is to despise ourselves. I were unjust unto my own conscience, if I should say I am at variance with any thing like myself.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks; be content to be envied, but envy not. Emulation may be plausible, and indignation allowable; but admit no treaty with that passion which no circumstance can make good.

A displacency at the good of others, because they enjoy it, although we do not want it, is an absurd depravity, sticking fast unto human nature, from its primitive corruption; which he that can well subdue were a Christian of the first magnitude, and, for ought I know, may have one foot already in heaven.

Where charity is broke, the law itself is shattered, which cannot be whole without love, that is the fulfilling of it. Look humbly upon thy virtues, and though thou art rich in some, yet think thyself poor and naked without that crowning grace, which thinketh no evil, which envieth not, which beareth, believeth, hopeth, endureth all things. Sir Thomas Browne.

'Tis the privilege of human nature, above brutes, to love those that disoblige us. Antoninus.

Though once in his life he may grate thee with harshness, excuse him who on every occasion else has soothed thee with kindness.

Sadi.

It is man's greatest happiness, Philothea, to possess his soul; and the more perfect our patience is, the more perfectly do we possess our souls. Limit not thy patience to such and such kind of injuries and afflictions, but extend it universally to all those that God shall send, and suffer to befall thee. He that is patient and a true servant of God, suffereth indifferently the tribulations accompanied with ignominy, and those that are honorable.

Be patient, not only in the main and principal afflictions which happen to thee, but also in their accessories and accidents. Many could be content to have afflictions, so they might not be prejudiced by them. I am not grieved (saith one) that I am become poor, but that by this means I am disabled to please my friends, to bring up my children, and live honorably, as I desire. I would not care (saith another,) were it not that the world will think that this is befallen me by mine own fault. Another would be content the world should speak ill of him, and would bear it very patiently, so that none would believe the detractor. Others there are that would willingly have some affliction, but not too much; they are not impatient (say they) that they are sick, but that they want money to cure themselves, or that they are so great a trouble to those that are about them. But I say, Philothea, we must have patience, not only to be sick, but to be sick of that disease which God will, in that place where he will, and among such persons as he will, and with those inconveniences which he will; and so of other tribulations.

If thou be falsely accused, excuse thyself meekly, denying thyself to be guilty. But if men continue to accuse thee, vex not thyself, nor strive to get thy excuse admitted, for having done thy duty to truth, thou must do it also to humility.

Complain as little as thou canst of the wrongs done thee; for ordinarily he that complaineth, sinneth; because self-love ever makes us believe injuries to be greater

than they are. But above all things, complain not to such persons as are prone to malice and to think ill. If it be expedient to make complaint to any, either to redress thy injury, or to quiet thy mind, let it be done to the peaceable, and to such as truly love God; for otherwise, instead of easing thy heart, they will provoke it to greater disquiet, and instead of pulling out the Thorn that pricketh thee, they will fasten it deeper into thy foot.

Many being sick, afflicted, and injured, refrain from complaining or showing any tenderness, judging (and that rightly) that it would too evidently testify want of courage and generosity; but yet they desire extremely, and by subtleties endeavor, to make other men bemoan them, take compassion of them, and esteem them not only afflicted, but patient and courageous. Now this is a patience indeed, but a false one, which in effect is nothing else but a fine and subtle ambition and vanity. . .

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Consider that the Bees, when they make their Honey, do live upon a bitter Provision; and that we, in like manner, can never perform actions of greater meekness and patience, nor better compose the Honey of true Virtues, than while we eat the Bread of bitterness, and live amongst afflictions. And as the Honey which is gathered from thyme (a little bitter herb) is the best of all; so the Virtue which is exercised in the bitterness of base and most abject Tribulations, is the most excellent of all. De Sales.