Lift up your hearts! : gleams of joy


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"LIFT UP
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(Rev.) Bruno Hagspiel, S.V. D.

GLEAMS OF JOY

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WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?
St. Augustine in one of his immortal suc-

cinct phrases for which he is famous says:
Habetis patrem; habetis patriam; habetis pa-

trimonium.

You have a father; you have a fatherland;
you have the inheritance left you by your
father.

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?
You are God's child. You have heaven for

your home. And more precious than any-
thing, you have the guarantee that God has
promised you His own grace to be your
heritage.

No matter what ills befall. No matter what
tribulations assail. No matter what horrors,
man-made or devil-wrought, besiege your in-
most soul. Let these words be firm in your
mind and heart and like the great St. Paul you
will say: "I exceedingly abound in joy in the
midst of my tribulations."

If you have God's joy in your heart, who
cares what storms rage without? Who cares
what wars and woes rend asunder the world
of men? What more do you want — are not
God and His joy enough?

So we say to you, in these days of trial
and trouble, of war and plague and death,
of horror and havoc — "LIFT UP YOUR
HEARTS!" Rest on the bosom of your heav-
enly Father; cling to His hand; rely on His
wisdom and His mercy. And lasting joy will
abide within you.

THE AUTHOR

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Keep us # O God, from pettiness: let us be
large in thought, in word, in deed.

Let us be done with fault-finding, and leave
off self-seeking.

May we put away all pretense and meet each
other face to face — without self-pity
and without prejudice.

May we never be hasty in judgment and al-
ways generous.

Let us take time for all things: make us to
grow calm, serene, gentle.

Teach us to put into action our better im-
pulses, straightforward and unafraid.

Grant that we may realize it is the little things
that create differences; that in the big

things of life we are at one.
And may we strive to touch and to know the

great, common, human heart of us all
— and —

O Lord God, let us forget not, to be kind.
MARY STEWART

WHAT TO READ
If you have the "blues," read the 27th Psalm.
If your pocketbook is empty, read the 37th

Psalm.

If people seem unkind, read the 15th chapter
of John.

If you are discouraged about your work, read
the 126th Psalm.

If you are out of sorts, read the 12th chapter
of Hebrews.

If you are losing confidence in men, read the
13th chapter of First Corinthians.

If you can't have your own way in every-
thing, keep silent and read the third
chapter of James.

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HITHERTO — HENCEFORTH
Hitherto

The Lord hath helped us.
Guiding all the way:

Henceforth

Let us trust Him fully.
Trust Him every day.

Hitherto

The Lord hath loved us.
Caring for His own:

Henceforth

Let us love Him better.
Live for Him alone.

Hitherto

The Lord hath blessed us,
Crowning all our days:

Henceforth

Let us live to bless Him,

Live to show His praise.

Nothing is so bad it couldn't be worse.
Perhaps you didn't land on a bed of roses —
but you ought to be glad that at least the
parachute worked.

TWELVE THINGS TO REMEMBER
The value of time;
The success of perseverance;
The pleasure of working;
The dignity of simplicity;
The worth of character;
The power of kindness;
The influence of example;
The obligation of duty;

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The wisdom of economy;
The virtue of patience;
The improvement of talent;
The joy of originating.

MARSHALL FIELD

Don't take rumor at its face value.
Treat it like a check. Be sure it is genuine,

before you endorse it.

Pass good things along to increase their value.

There isn't anything on earth worth while
until it is shared with somebody.

I tried and failed,
I tried again and failed,

I tried again and failed,
I tried again and failed,

I tried again and failed,
I tried again and failed,

I tried again and won.

Do what you can
with what you have,

where you are today.

To know ALL is to forgive ALL.
FRENCH PROVERB

Be strong!

We are not here to play, to dream, to drift,
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.

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Shun not the struggle — face it — 'tis Gods
gift.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind.

And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find

A smile that is just as sweet.

ON DISHEARTENMENT
A thousand hearts I've found along my way.
So crushed beneath the press of suffering sore.
So bruised and bleeding from the weight they

bore.

That I would gladly give my life away
To patch and heal these hearts and make

them gay.
Mayhap some bitter cup, some anguished

pain,

Has scorched these generous hearts, and broke
in twain

Warm throbbing loving ones and made them
clay.

I find no aid for such in phrase or book,
In pretty rhyme or mournful sympathy,
In flattery or worldly pleasure's mesh.
This only: to a lonely Heart all look

And seize the sacred balm He offers thee;
"Come ye to Me, and I will thee refresh."

SR. REGINA

GETTING ALONG!
Sooner or later, a man, if he he is wise, dis-

covers that business life is a mixture of good
days and bad, victory and defeat, give and
take.

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He led is that it doesn't pay to be a sensi-
tive soul - that he should let some things go
over his heav

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like water off a duck's back.

He learns tuat he who loses his temper
usually loses.

He learns that all men have burnt toast for
breakfast now and then# and that he shouldn't
take the other fellow's grouch too seriously.

He learns that carrying a chip on his shoul-
der is the easiest way to get into a fight.
He learns that the quickest way to become

unpopular is to carry tales and gossip about
others.

He learns that it doesn't matter so much
who gets the credit so long as the business
shows a profit.
He comes to realize that the business could

run along perfectly well without him.

He learns that even the janitor is human
and that it doesn't do any harm to smile and
say, "good morning," even if it is raining.

He learns that most of the other fellows are
as ambitious as he is, that they have brains
that are as good as, or better than, his, and
that hard work and not cleverness is the se-
cret of success.

He learns to sympathize with the youngest
coming into the business, because he remem-
bers how bewildered he was when he first
started out.

He learns not to worry when he loses an
order, because experience has shown that if
he always gives his best, his average will

break pretty well.

He learns th=>: no man ever got to first base
alone and mat it is only through cooperative

effort that we move on to better things.

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He learns that bosses are not monsters try
ing to get the last ounce of work out of him
for the least amount of pay, but that they are
usually fine men who have succeeded through
hard work and who want to do the right thing.
He learns that folks are not any harder to

get along with in one place than in another,
and that "getting along" depends about 98
per cent on his own behavior.

WILFRID A. PETERSON

TODAY IS ALL!
0 Father, guide these faltering steps today,

Lest I should fall!

Tomorrow? — Ah, tomorrow's far away.
Today is all.

If I but keep my feet till evening time.
Night will bring me rest;

Then, stronger grown, tomorrow I shall climb
With newer zest.

Oh, may I stoop to no unworthiness,
In pain or sorrow.

Nor bear from yesterday one bitterness
On to tomorrow!

Then, Father, help these searching eyes today
The path to see;

Be patient with my feebleness — the way
Is steep to Thee!

WE TWO
1 cannot do it alone.
The waves run fast and high.
And the fogs close chill around.

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And the light goes out in the sky;
But I know that We Two shall win in the end,

Jesus and I.

I could not row it myself.
My bark on the raging sea.
What of that? Another sits in my boat.
And pulls, or steers, with me;
And I know that We Two shall come safe

into Port,

His child and He.

Coward, wayward and weak,
I change with the changing sky;
One day eager and brave,
The next, not caring to try;
But He never gives in, and We Two shall win,

Jesus and I.

Strong, and tender, and true,
Crucified once for me,
I know He never will change,
Whate'er I may do or be;
We shall finish the course and get Home at

last,

His child and He.

«

A MOUNTAIN IS NEVER SO HIGH
AS FROM THE BOTTOM

Some years ago I met, at a little watering
place in Belgium, an old man who told me he
had for many years been a professional Swiss
mountain guide.

One thing he said to me I never have for-
gotten. We had been talking about the heights
of mountains in Asia and North and South

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America, in comparison with those of his na-

tive Switzerland when he remarked, more or
less apropos of nothing:

"Remember this, young man, a mountain is
never so high as from the bottom."

For a moment I stared at him and he went
on:

"When you stand at the base of a mountain
you have never before climbed and looking
up, contemplate the dangers and difficulties
and calculate the hidden ones while apprais-
ing those plainly to be seen — well, then that
mountain looks high.

"But when you have actually scaled it, and
have overcome its difficulties and dangers,
you begin to think it was not so very terrible
after all, and even though you know how
high it is, in feet, still you are not so im-
pressed as you were at the base."

W. M. CLAYTON

LEAN HARD
Child of My love, lean hard
And let Me feel the pressure of thy care.
I know thy burden, child; I shaped it.
Poised it in Mine own hand; made no pro-

portion

Between its weight and thine unaided strength.
For even as I laid it on I said,
"I shall be near, and while she leans on Me,
This burden shall be Mine, not hers;
So shall I keep My child within the circling

arms
Of My own love!" Here lay it down, nor fear
To impose it on a shoulder which upholds
The government of worlds. Yet closer come —

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Thou art not near enough. I would embrace
thy care.

So I might feel My child reposing on My
heart.

Thou lovest Me? I know it. Doubt not, then.
But loving Me, lean hard.

SUPPOSE . .

.

Suppose you fail, and do fall again into
some sin. Does this mean that your TRYING
is over, and our great goal, the conversion of
sinners, the saving of the world, should go in-
to the discard? NOT ON YOUR LIFE! Think
of a soldier rushing into battle. He trips and
falls. Does this mean he lies there like a
cowardly dog? No; the thing all of us ex-
pect him to do is, PICK HIMSELF UP, and
push on. He, or YOU, fall again, PICK YOUR-
SELF UP. How many times. "How often
shall my brother offend against me, and I
forgive him? till seven times? lesus saith to
him: I say not to thee till seven times; but

till seventy times seven times" (Matthew
18:21, 22). An indication of how often God
will forgive us and help us to pick ourselves
up!

CHRIST WITH ME
Christ before me, Christ behind,
Christ alone my heart to bind;
Christ beneath me, Christ above,
Christ around with arms of love;
Christ on all who look on me,
Christ on every face I see;
Christ on all who on me think.

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Christ their food, and Christ their drink;

Christ on all whom my thoughts seek,
Christ the lowly, Christ the meek;

Christ in chariot, fort, and ship,

Christ to hold when anchors slip;
Christ on all who list to me.
May their ears hear naught but Thee.

MORE THINGS . .

.

"More things are wrought by prayer than
this world dreams of." Therefore, LET US
PRAY:

"Here we are before Thee, O Lord, shame-
less criminals : we know that unless Thou
pardon, we shall deservedly perish. Grant
then, O almighty Father, without our deserv-
ing it, the pardon we ask for. . . . O God, who
by sin art offended and by penance pacified,
mercifully regard the prayers of Thy suppliant
people, and turn away the scourges of Thy
wrath, which we deserve for our sins. Through
Christ our Lord. Amen."
We are indebted to St. Augustine for this

prayer. He was induced to give up a life of
sin, and pursue a career of decency to the
extent of becoming a saint, by these very
words

:

"Not in rioting and drunkenness, not in
chambering and impurities, not in contention
and envy; but put on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and make not provision for the flesh in its
concupiscences."

The great cry of the day is: "What has he
got that I haven't got?" I'll bite. What did St.
Augustine have that you also do not possess?
He had the COMMON SENSE to see the ei

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ror of his ways, and the DETERMINATION to
RIGHT ABOUT FACE. You, too, have COM-
MON SENSE and DETERMINATION. Use
them in the right direction, and SEE WHAT
HAPPENS.

WAITING ON GOD
Waiting on God! It is sitting down

By the way to rest awhile,
And learning the secret of perfect peace,

In the light of a Father's smile.

It is ceasing to look with anxious eye
On the trials of coming days;

It is leaving the future to God alone
With a heart all full of praise.

It is never a thought of "how" or "why"
In the matter of daily life;

It is simply letting Him take His way
Through the mist of care and strife.

It is leaving everything in His hands
To do as He seeth best.

Assured He never can make a mistake;
Ah! this is perfect rest.

DISCOURAGED?
With mid-semester exams on, don't you

get panicky, depressed or discouraged. Pray,

work calmly and remember the words of Wil-
liam lames, famous American psychologist:
"As we become permanent drunkards by so

many separate drinks, so we become saints in
the moral, and authorities and experts in the

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practical and scientific spheres, by so many
separate acts and hours of work. Let no youth

have any anxiety about the upshot of his edu-

cation, whatever the line of it may be. If he
keeps faithfully busy each hour of the work-

ing day, he may safely leave the final result
to itself. Young people should know this truth
in advance. The ignorance of it has probably
engendered more discouragement and faint-
heartedness in youths embarking on arduous
careers than all other causes put together/'

The current of life or the career of a so-
ciety is not truly represented by the occa-
sional moments of hesitation in which energy
is gathered for a fresh advance. These are
only eddies, the rest-places of the stream's

fierce strength. In the channel of Niagara be-

low the falls, there are places along the bank
where the stream seems as calm as an artificial
lake. But out in the current, the stream is swift

and strong, strong enough to cut its way into
the eternal hills.

It's easier to expect ill fortune than to ex-

pect good fortune. Why? Who knows? It's
true, anyway, that good fortune is likely to
come to those who expect it. This being so,
it's good sense to cultivate deliberately the ex-
pectation of good results. Include this culti-
vation in your self-training. It'll pay you.

KABLE BULLETIN

Recipe for greatness: to bear up under loss;
to fight the bitterness of defeat and the weak-
ness of grief; to be victor over anger; to smile

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when tears are close; to resist disease and evil
men and base instincts; to hate hate, and to
love love; to go on when it would seem good
to die; to look up with unquenchable faith in
something ever more about to be. That is
what any man can do, and be great.

ZANE GREY

Enthusiasm encourages a man to concen-
trate all his energies on his object. And the
more he can concentrate, the more his enthu-
siasm grows — and it is a combination that is
hard to beat.

ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL

The first virtue of all really great men is
that they are sincere. They eradicate hypoc-
risy from their hearts. They bravely unveil
their weaknesses, their doubts, their defects.

They are courageous. They boldly ride a-tilt
against prejudices. No civil, moral nor im-
moral power overawes them. They love their
fellowmen profoundly. They are generous.
They allow their hearts to expand. They have
compassion for all forms of suffering. Pity is
the very foundation-stone of genius.

ANATOLE FRANCE

Let thy discontents be thy secrets.
BEN FRANKLIN

Fortune came and loudly knocked
at my door, with cheery hail;
but alas! for Fortune's labors,

I was over at my neighbor's,
pouring out a hard-luck tale.

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MYSELF
I have to live with myself, and so

I want to be fit for myself to know.

I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,

And hate myself for the things I've done.
I want to go out with head erect,
I want to deserve all men's respect,

But here in the struggle for fame and pelf,

I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can fool myself, and so
Whatever happens, I want to grow
More able to be more proud of me.
Self-respecting and conscience-free.

THIS IS REST
To step out of self-life into Christ-life; to

lie still and let Him lift you out of it; to fold
your hands close, and hide your face upon the
hem of His robe; to let Him lay His cooling,
soothing, healing hands upon your soul, and
draw all the hurry and fever from its veins; to
realize that you are not a mighty messenger,
an important worker of His, full of care and
responsibility, but only a little child with a

Father's gentle bidding to heed and fulfill; to
lay your busy plans and ambitions confident-
ly in His hands, as the child brings its broken
toys at its mother's call; to serve Him by
waiting; to praise Him by saying, "Holy, holy,
holy," a single note of praise, as do the sera-
phim of the heavens if that be His will; to
cease so to hurry that you lose sight of His
face, to learn to follow Him and not run ahead
of orders; to cease to live in self, and for self.

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and to live in Him and for Him; to love His
honor more than your own; to be a clear and
facile medium for His life-tide to shine and
glow through — this is consecration, this is
rest.

THE VICTOR
If life has hurt you and your heart is breaking,

Pray God to help you to forget!
It does no good to nurse an old-time aching —

A flame of pain — nor let
The bitterness of tragic sorrow

Make all the world seem gray.
Lift up your chin and face tomorrow —

Tomorrow is a brand-new day!
And only weaklings keep on crying —

Pray God to give you power —
He helps the soul who keeps on trying

Even in the darkest hour!

SUCCESS AND FAILURE
Have you ever noticed:
How often our apparent successes, for

which we have striven might and main, have
proven, when attained, to be no success at all?
How often our apparent failures, which we

have dreaded with all our soul, have proven
to be God's successes?
Have you ever noticed:
How often the shallow world dubs real suc-

cess as failure?

How often the hypocrite world, having con-
demned a work as a failure, when in the end
that work succeeds, will flatter it as its own?
How often the world, when its own work

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has failed, will blame another and never it-

self?

God's ways are not our ways.
Indeed, they are often the very opposite.

JESUS CHRIST:
You have your reasons for everything.

Your measure is not ours.

Your judgments are not ours.

And yours are the best, better than ours.
Enough for me that I wait
On your good pleasure.

Being what I can,

Doing what I can,

I would only belong to you.
The rest shall be as you wish.

ARCHBISHOP GOODIER, S.J.

LITTLE THINGS
Only "Good morning," but the way 'twas said
Fell like a blessing upon my head;
Only a smile, but so blithesomely gay.
It wrapped in its sunshine the graying day.

Just a few words, but with counsel so blent.
My wistful way to the right is bent.
Little things bending where others would

break;

Little things, winning for kindness' sake.

Little things all, but how shall I tell
In words that are little my gratitude well?
I'll gather them gently and press them with

care.

And holily fold them in one little prayer.

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Laff every time you pheel tickled and latt
every once in a while enyhow.

JOSH BILLINGS

If you make a bad bargain, hug it all the
tighter.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN

It ain't no disgrace for a man to fall, but to
lay there and grunt is.

JOSH BILLINGS

Before God's footstool to confess

a poor soul knelt and bowed his head.
"I failed," he cried. The Master said,
"Thou didst thy best — that is success."

I find the great thing in the world is not so

much where we stand as in what direction we
are moving. To reach the port of heaven, we
must sail sometimes with the wind, and some-
times against it, but we must sail, and not drift,
nor lie at anchor.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES

ALONE
When you're alone with Jesus,
And He sweetly smiles on thee,
Will you sometime whisper to Him
A little prayer for me?

And when I'm alone with Jesus,
And all else is hid from view.
Deep in His Sacred Heart
I'll drop a little prayer for you.

SR. M. THERESE

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No one has ever been damned for having
committed too much evil to be forgiven; but
many are in hell for one mortal sin of which
they would not repent.

CURE D'ARS

God
#

s tenderness and love for us are the

cause of this pursuit (of the soul) for thus

man, the hunted stag, runs toward God who is
his true goal; thus he is made greatly to long
and thirst after Him who is all truth, all peace
and the fullest consolation.

JOHN TAULER, O.P

Paradise has no gate, but that whosoever

will may enter therein.
ST. TERESA

There is nothing more painful than suffer-
ing, and nothing more joyful than to have
suffered. Suffering is a short pain and a long
joy.

ETERNAL WISDOM TO BL. H. SUSO

And if all hearts were but one heart, they
would not be able to bear even that least re-
ward which I certainly will give for the suffer-
ing endured by anyone for love of Me.

ETERNAL WISDOM TO BL. H. SUSO

Trust Him when dark doubts assail thee.
Trust Him when thy strength is small.
Trust Him when to simply trust Him
Seems the hardest thing of all.

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Trust Him, He is every faithful;
Trust Him, for His will is best.
Trust Him, for the Heart of Jesus
Is the only place of rest.

If thou be harried sometimes through frailty
of thyself with such unease as falls to thy bod-
ily life, through evil will of man or malice of
fiend, as soon as thou mayest come to thyself
again, leave off the thinking of thy disease and
go forth to thy work. Abide not too long with
Ihem for dread of thine enemies.

ST. TERESA

Give me Your PATIENCE, Lord,
To face the day.
Give me Your GENTLENESS,
Humbly I pray;
Give me Your CHEERFUL MIEN,
Your WISDOM, too.
Give me the time to get
All my work through.
Give me when day is done
A night of rest;
Grant that from sun to sun,

I do my BEST.

There is little happiness here below for peo-

ple who love the world; there is much for
those who belong to our Lord, if they love
His Cross.

Let us go to the foot of the Cross and there

complain of our sufferings, if we have the
courage.

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SPEAK GENTLY
Speak gently; it is better far
To rule by love than fear;

Speak gently; let no harsh word mar
The good we may do here.

Speak gently to the little child;
Its love is sure to gain;

Teach it in accents soft and mild;
It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear;

Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care;

Speak gently to the aged one.
Grieve not the careworn heart.

Whose sands of life are nearly run;
Let such in peace depart.

Speak gently to the erring; know
They must have toiled in vain;

Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!

Speak gently; 'tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;

The good, the joy that it may bring.
Eternity shall tell.

WHY BE SAD?
The deeper the darkness.
The brighter the morn;
The spirit's rare gladness
Of sorrow is born.



The fiercer the tempest.
The sooner the calm:
The sharper a wound.
The more soothing the balm.

The brightest blossoms
Lie close to the sod.

The lowliest hearts
Are nearest to GOD.

WORRY
What is worry? It is the act of being un-

duly anxious, expressing care by fretting and
being impatient about something that is
beyond our power to control; paying interest
on trouble before it comes due; seeing a
calamity in every opportunity. A person who
worries is one who, when he has a choice of
two evils, takes both. A worrier is a pessimist
who has chosen worry as his vocation and is
never happy unless he is miserable.

Jesus recognized the fact of trouble. He
knew that man had worried in the past and
would continue to worry about his troubles.
Therefore He said to the multitude and to His
disciples in the Sermon on the Mount: "Do
not be anxious about tomorrow." In St. Mat-
thew's Gospel (6:25-34), Jesus says three
times, "Do not be anxious." In each case it
could be translated, "Do not worry."

The person who worries the most receives
the greatest shock when disaster comes. It is
foolish to worry and be unhappy now, be-
cause disaster may cause us to be unhappy at

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some future time. Jesus says, “Which of
you, by being anxious about it, can add to his
stature a single cubit?” In other words, it is

futile to worry. No benefit is derived from
it. Most of the things that we worry about
have not happened yet and probably never
will happen. Jesus said, “Sufficient for the

day is its own trouble" (Matt. 6:34). There
are enough things to keep us busy without
worrying about things that may never happen.
TABERNACLE AND PURGATORY (APRIL, 1942)

GOD’S SUNSHINE
Never once

Since the world began
Has the sun ever once

Stopped shining.
His face very often

We could not see.
And we grumbled
At his inconstancy;

But the clouds

Were really to blame.
Not he.

For, behind them he was shining.
And so.

Behind life's darkest clouds,
God's love

Is always shining.
We veil it at times

With our faithless fears.
And darken our sight
With our foolish tears.

For in time

The atmosphere always clears.
For His love is always shining.

JOHN OXENHAM

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Do not distrust the providence of God. He
who made your corn to grow will assuredly
enable you to gather it in.

CURE D'ARS

"Whoever loves others as he ought, lives on
earth as if he were in heaven" (St. John
Chrysostom). That is the view of an optimist.
The pessimist would say, "I look out for
number one and let others look out for them-
selves." And then he wonders why "others"
are always seeing the motes in his eye. He
has completely forgotten that Christ Himself

warns us against laying up treasures on earth,
where rust and moth consume and robbers
steal. No pessimist will ever understand that
to give is to put good deed out at interest,
and that bread cast upon another's waters re-
turns — as someone cleverly said — as
"sandwiches," to be rolled upon the tongue
of the soul.

COURAGE
Press on! Though mists obscure
The steep and rugged way.
And dark'ning doubt besets —
Soon dawns the brighter day.

Keep on! Though hours be long
And days deep-fraught with woe.
Let patience do her perfect work
And vanquish every foe.

Hope on! Though all seems lost.
And threat'ning storms beat high.
Have faith! Be still and know
That God is ever nigh.

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Fight on! Though fears assails.
And panic grips the heart.
The battle you will surely win
If you play well your part.

GRENVILLE KLEISER

DO’S AND DON’TS FOR THE
DEPRESSED

1. Don't tolerate "the blues."

Do find out why you are unhappy. Is it
defeat in love and a "broken heart"? Or
merely a torpid liver? Both can be cured.

2. Don't postpone laughter because "he

laughs best who laughs last."
Do your laughing now and make sure.
Love and laughter are close friends. Love
more and laugh more.

3. Don't let failure and disappointed ambi-
tion depress you.

Do learn the art of directing your genius
elsewhere, after learning all there is to be
learnt from your mistakes.

4. Don't let boredom depress you.
Do find something to be, something to do,
and something to love. There's a prescrip-
tion better than many issued in Latin by
learned doctors.

5. Don't be depressed and dismayed by such
cries as "hopeless," "irreparable," and the
like.

Do set to work to restore your fallen for-
tunes. A setback is a call to straighten
your spine and fight back.

6. Don't let a gloomy sense of your sinful
past depress you. The past is past; be-
ware of adding discouragement and de-
spair to the failures of the past. »

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Do ask God to forgive you# and then begin
to plan the good deeds you hope to per-
form with the help of His grace.

7. Don't depress yourself with the thought

of what a worrying situation is going to
do to you.
Do concentrate on what you can do to
the worrying situation to alter it for the

better.

8. Don't get depressed because you have
stayed too long in a rut.

Do get out of the rut, for the longer you
stay in a rut, the more likely you are to
find yourself in a hole.

9. Don't let the nightmare of chronic depres-

sion get you.

Do dream big dreams, then get up and
put your working clothes on and make
the dreams come true.

10. Don't let temporary unfavorable condi-

tions sadden you.
Do remember that the sun itself has a sink-
ing spell every night, but it comes up
smiling next morning.

THE SILENCES OF GOD
For sanctuary of dreaming hills

We thank Thee, Lord,
And for the muted loveliness of trees;
Silence on shadowed paths.
The bush upon the world
At eventide.

For our wrought hearts have need of this.
Thy quietude.

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Could little hills go calling each to each.

Green grass go chattering
And trees hold loud discourse,
The long day through.

Then must we perish of unrest,
Finding no peace.
No surcease of our pain on misted hills.
Nor in the shadowy woods
Where through the latticed leaves
Shines the high sun.

That Thou hast cared for this deep need of
ours.

We thank Thee, Lord,
Holding the cloistered ways of Thy green

earth

The temples of our God,
Still places set apart

For worshiping.
WINFRED HEATH

It is a celebrated thought of Socrates, that

if all the misfortunes of mankind were cast
into one heap, to be equally distributed among
each member of society, those who now con-
sider themselves the most unhappy, would
prefer to retain the troubles they now are com-
pelled to endure, rather than those which
would fall to their lot by such a redistribution.
A dying emperor, when a dreadful disease

of the throat prevented his speaking, wrote
upon a tablet for his son's admonition, the
words, "Learn to suffer without complaining."

It would be far easier, no doubt, for nine men
out of every ten to join a storming party than
to endure the physical suffering of some pain-
ful disease.

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Many very excellent persons, whose lives
are honorable and whose characters are noble,
pass unnumbered hours of sadness and weari-
ness of heart. The fault is not with their cir-
cumstances, nor yet with their general charac-

ters, but with themselves. They cause them-
selves to be miserable.
They have failed to adopt the true philoso-

phy of life. They wait for happiness to come
instead of going to work and making it; and
while they wait, they torment themselves with

borrowed troubles, with fears, forebodings,
morbid fancies and moody spirits until they
are unfitted for happiness under any circum-
stances.

Sometimes they cherish vain ambition, and
covet some real or fancied good which they
do not deserve and could not enjoy if it were
theirs, wealth they have not earned, honors
they have not won, attentions they have not
merited, love which their selfishness only
craves. Sometimes they undervalue the good
they do possess; throw away the pearls in
hand for others beyond their reach; trample
the flowers under their feet and long for some
never seen but only heard or read of; and for-
get present duties and joys in futrue and far-
off visions.

Sometimes they shade the present with
every cloud of the past, although surrounded

with a thousand inviting duties and pleasures,
revel in sad memories with a kind of morbid
relish for the stimulus of their miseries. Some-

times, forgetting the past and present, they
live in the future, not in its probable realities,

but in its most improbable visions and unreal

creations, wholly unfitting their minds for real
life and its duties and pleasures.

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These morbid and impatient states of mind
are too prevalent among many people. They
excite that nervous irritability which is the
source of pining regrets and fretful complaints.
They make that large class of fretters who en-
joy no peace themselves, nor permit others to

enjoy it.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, the genial Autocrat
of the Breakfast Table, wrote that too many
people in the world use their troubles as

clubs with which to knock down the good
spirits of others. And may not many of our
friends and relatives be classified under this
head? Poor Missus Gummidge sits in many a
chimney corner, crying because the fire
smokes — she feels it worse than anybody
else, and her croaking is never compensated
by any amount of loving and sacrificing
service.

FIAT
My God, your chisel hurts!

Its strokes of might.

Dealt with omniscient art.

Unerring smite

My quivering broken heart.

You wish a chalice fair, you say?
Then use your knife.

Cut, burn and burnish bright
With dull monotonies of life.

My loving cup to you I plight.

The world is better or worse for every man
who has lived in it.

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LITTLE THINGS
Oh, it's just the little homely things, the

unobtrusive friendly things, the won't you let
me help you things that make our pathway
light. It's just the jolly, joking things, the

never mind the trouble things, the laugh with
me it's funny things, that makes the world
seem bright. For all the countless famous
things, the wondrous record-making things,
those never can be equaled things, that all the
papers cite, are not like little human things,
the just because I love you things, that makes
us happy quite! So here's to all the little
things the done and then forgotten things,
those oh, its simply nothing things that make
life worth the fight.

The mirror cannot reveal more than you
place before it.

Talk about the weather . . . better to be a
bore than a gossip.

*

IS SUFFERING WORTHWHILE?
Suffering is not necessarily an evil no mat-

ter what form of cross or disappointment it

may take in our life.
It can easily be good for the sufferer. Lack

of it can leave him soft and undeveloped with
the same effects as lack of conditioning in
football. A man who has never suffered lacks
that stability and poise which indicate strength

and maturity.
A certain amount of suffering is necessary

in every man's life. Look around you, espe-

cially at certain adults, your parents perhaps.

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who have weathered storms and adversity.
Some have really great tribulation in life, and
if they dominate it, it only enriches, purifies

their character as only great heat can make
the finest steel out of common iron.
There is an old saying that sorrow contracts

little souls but expands big ones. Be sure that
sorrow of any kind doesn't make you petty
and selfish.
To avoid that, you have a model and in-

spiration that you can go to for help and guid-
ance — the Man of Sorrows who being Master
of the world and of all its treasures, deliberate-
ly chose sorrow and suffering — for you:
that you might share in His eternal happiness.

If you have any sorrow, certainly He can
understand and help you to understand. He
has. He is the answer to that age-old question,
"Is suffering worthwhile?"

NOTRE DAME BULLETIN

You won't hurt a smile by cracking one.

The most cheerful pessimist known is the
man who said he'd die laughing if he got well.

A long face shortens your list of friends.

HOW TO ENJOY A GROUCH
1) Fall out of bed and be sure it is from the

wrong side. Do this daily.
2) Don't bother to say "good morning" to

anyone. If it is mentioned to you, state it is
not your fault.

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3) Avoid all people who smile. They are
laughing at you, but never mind, youll get
even some day.
4) Eat all food which disagrees with you.

It will probably give you insomnia. In this
way you can be sure that you will be all set
for tomorrow's grouch.

5) Go to bed with the resolution that, no
matter what cheerfulness you have allowed
to creep in during the day, you will start the
next day with more firmness — no sunshine
must be allowed to creep in.

THE SECRET OF THE SAINTS
To play through life a perfect part.

Unnoticed and unknown;
To seek no rest in any heart

Save only God's alone;
In little things to own no will.

To have no share in great.
To find the labor ready still.

And for the crown to wait.

In toils that praise will never pay
To see your life go past;

To meet in every coming day
Twin sister of the last;

To hear of high, heroic things.
And yield them reverence due.

But feel life's daily offerings

Are far more fit for you.

Oh! 'tis a pathway hard to choose,
A struggle hard to share.

For human pride would still refuse
The nameless trials there;

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But since we know the gate is low
That leads to heavenly bliss,

What higher grace could God bestow
Than such a life as this?

Good resolutions — like a screaming child
— should be carried out.

A GOOD TRAFFIC RULE: when you meet
temptation, turn to the right.

The steps of man are guided by the Lord:
but who is the man that understandeth his
own way? PROVERBS 20:24

Let not your heart be troubled nor let it
be afraid, you believe in God: believe also in
me. (JOHN 14:1)

A man's reach should be beyond his grasp
or what's heaven for?

BROWNING

THE OPTIMIST
A man fell from a hotel roof,
and from each window bar
he shouted to his friend above:
"I am all right so far."

'Tis easy enough to be grouchy
when things aren't going your way;
but the prize old growl is the man who will

howl
when everything's going O.K.

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When the well's dry, we know the worth
of water. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

If you feel you're too small to do big things,
then do big things in a small way.

He who would climb a tree must grasp the
branches — not the blossoms.

THACKERAY

Life's problem is not how to make money
first but how to make it last.

The patience of God is the most fathomless
of mysteries. VAUGHAN

If you talk about your troubles
and tell them o'er and o'er,
the world will think you like 'em
and proceed to give you more.

Four New England Maxims:
EAT IT UP — WEAR IT OUT — MAKE IT

DO — DO WITHOUT.
o

The successful man was asked what helped
him over the great obstacles, and replied:
"THE OTHER OBSTACLES."

PROGRESS
Do not be disturbed because of your im-

perfections, and always rise up bravely from
a fall. I am glad that you make a daily new

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beginning; there is no better means of prog-
ress in the spiritual life than to be continually

beginning afresh.
ST. FRANCIS DE SALES

Kindness is something we receive and have
to pass along in order to keep it.

ELBERT HUBBARD

THE WAYS OF LIFE
To every man there openeth
A way that he may go.
And the High soul climbs the High way.
And the Low soul gropes the Low,
And in between on the misty flats
The rest drift to and fro;
But to every man there openeth
A high way and a low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.

JOHN OXENHAM

Grind up all your sufferings in the mill of
patience and silence, mix them with the bal-
sam of the Passion of the Saviour, make them
into a small pill and swallow it with faith and
love, and the fire of Charity will digest it.

REV. O. A. BOYER, S.T.L.

The Lord is my helper and my protector: in
him hath my heart been confided, and I have
been helped. PSALMS 27:7

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THE FIRST EASTER
In our times of doubt and uncertainty, we

ought to remember that, though glorious, the
First Easter was, for the Apostles, only the

start of their trials and troubles. The blows
and buffets which awaited the disciples of the
Crucified Lord were just about to begin, and
we all know how everyone of them met a vio-
lent death of martyrdom — except the Be-
loved Disciple, John.

Apart from the splendor of the first Easter,

the most important gift vouchsafed to the

Apostles was the assurance and the hope
which Jesus showered on His chosen few.
Radiant in His robes of Glory, Christ gave
them a pledge that would always be before
their eyes and the eyes of their converts: a
pledge that beyond the storms and stresses
of today lay a heaven of eternal bliss.

WHO WAS HE?
He was a middle-aged man. He had no

education. He was a fisherman by trade, and
not very good at that, but managed to make
enough money to own his own boat. At one
time he was married, and at least one author-
ity claims he had children, though this is
vague. When we first hear of him, he was
enthusiastic over a traveling preacher whom
he had met, for whose sake he left his busi-
ness and relatives and took to the roads of
his native land, in company with the preacher
and some others who also were attracted by
the new figure. This figure singled him out
to be the favored leader — and the leader
swore undying loyalty to him — yet at a

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critical moment denied him the tiny faithful-
ness of remaining awake, when requested to
do so. He displayed a violent temper on at
least one occasion, brandishing and wielding a
sword; he boasted that no matter what hap-
pened he would always remain faithful, yet
when his master was captured, he categorical-
ly denied having had anything to do with him.
He even denied, emphatically, that he knew
the man. He was fearful and mistrustful . .

.

in spite of the fact that he was one of the
few chosen ones allowed to see the secret
majesty of his master. No man of all those
who walked the earth was so singled out for
the greatest task of organization the world has

ever seen. No man ever received such di-
rect documents of loving confidence, such
open proofs of actual faith in his loyalty.

Yet he had all the imperfections we have
listed above. Again and again he fell and
was tempted, was tempted and fell. But again
and again did he rise and stumble forward
and try his utmost to achieve the shining goal
held before him ... he did not know failure
though his failures were many; he did not
know despair though despair lived with him.

Who was he?
He was Christ's successor on earth.
His name?
Peter.

A MESSAGE FOR SHUT-INS
A great saint once said: Sickness is no less

a gift than health.

For in sickness we see things in a new
light.

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We are free from those bonds and shackles
which impede clear thinking.

We are not held down by ties which pre-
vent us from seeing things in a clear light.

The moments of sickness are precious.

For they bring me in closest touch with
the great problem of suffering.

And suffering is the law of life.
In suffering we learn to sympathize with

those who are afflicted more than we are.
And sympathy with other mortals is a

great and beautiful gift.
This sympathy refines character.
Wordsworth said that in the hours of

thoughtless youth he looked upon nature
merely for the joy he received.

But in later life, when he had put aside the
things of thoughtless youth, he wrote:

"For I have learned to look upon nature
Not as in the hours of thoughtless youth.

But listening oft

To the still sad music of humanity."
And what music can compare in sweetness

and symphony with the music that brings us
close to the heart of suffering humanity?
The trial of sickness also brings us closer

to the heart of Christ.

For His life is one of pain and suffering.
He always listens to that still sad music of

humanity.

At the cross the soul grows to greatness.
Great things are wrought in the soul during

the lonely hours of pain and forgetfulness.
We may resemble more and more the Great

Master who came to redeem us by pain and
suffering.

By resignation in sickness we share the in-

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finite merits of Him who by His cross and
pain redeemed the world.

REV. ALBERT MUNTSCH, S.J.

Adversity is the touchstone of the soul, be-

cause it discovers the character of the virtues
which it possesses. One act of thanksgiving
when matters go wrong with us is worth a
thousand thanks when things are agreeable to
our inclinations.

The time may be delayed, the manner may
be unexpected, but the answer is sure to
come. Not a tear of secret sorrow, not a
breath of holy desire poured out to God will
ever be lost, but in God's own time and way
will be wafted back again in clouds of mercy,
and fall in showers of blessings on you, and
on those for whom you pray.

As health is a gift of God, so also is sick-
ness; and God sends it to try and to correct
us — to make us sensible of our weakness, of
our dependence upon Him; to detach us from
the world and what perishes with it; to check
the impetuosity and diminish the strength of
our greatest enemy, the flesh; to remind us
that we are here in a place of exile, and that
heaven is our true home.

RODRIGUEZ

Do not look forward to what might happen
tomorrow; the same everlasting Father who
cares for you today will take care of you to-
morrow and every day. Either He will shield

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you from suffering or He will give you un-
failing strength to bear it. Be at peace, then,
and put aside all anxious thoughts and imagin-
ations.

ST. FRANCIS DE SALES

Happiness is the music of the soul and
springs from harmony. It is the result of or-
der, as unhappines is the result of disorder.

VAUGHAN

"God walks among the pots and pipkins"
(St. Teresa). Here is a comforting thought for
those who bake and brew and preserve, giv-
ing themselves for their families. Who could
be "down in the mouth" while waiting for the
bread to rise, the washing to dry, or while
rubbing and scrubbing — when she feels
conscious of the Great Spirit walking beside
her? When will we feel deeply how near to
us, O God, Thou art? Near us? No! IN us,
OF us, FOR us, making the humblest, hardest
tasks sublime?

Unhappiness is the hunger to get; happiness
is the hunger to give. JORDAN

Perfect joy is to be found only in the par-
don of injuries.

ST. FRANCIS

THE APOSTOLATE OF SMILING
lust a little smile on your lips

Cheers your heart.
Keeps you in good humor.
Preserves peace in your soul.

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Promotes your health,
Beautifies your face

,

y Induces kindly thoughts,

Inspires kindly deeds.

SMILE TO YOURSELF
until you notice that your constant serious-
ness, or even severity, has vanished.

SMILE TO YOURSELF
until you have warmed your own heart with
the sunshine of your cheery countenance.
Then . .

.

Go out — and radiate your smile.
THAT SMILE
has work to do — work to do for God.
You are an apostle now, and your smile is

your instrument for winning souls.
Sanctifying grace dwelling in your soul will

give the special charm to your smile which
will render it productive of much good.
SMILE — on the lonely faces,
SMILE — on the timid faces,
SMILE — on the sorrowful faces,
SMILE— on the sickly faces

,

SMILE — on the fresh young faces

,

SMILE— on the wrinkled old faces.
SMILE — on the familiar faces of your family
and friends — let all enjoy the beauty and
inspiring cheer of your smiling face.

Count
if you will the number of smiles your smile
has drawn from others in one day. The num-
ber will represent how many times you have
promoted contentment, joy, satisfaction, en-
couragement, or confidence in the heart of

others. These good dispositions always give
birth to unselfish acts and noble deeds. The

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influence of your smile in spreading though

you do not always see the wonders it is
working
Your Smile

can bring new life and hope and courage
into the hearts of the weary, the overburdened,

the discouraged, the tempted, the despairing.

Your Smile

can help to develop vocations, if you are a
Priest, a Brother, or a Sister.

Your Smile

can be the beginning of conversions to the
Faith.

Your Smile
can prepare the way for a sinner's return to
God.
Your Smile
can win for you a host of devoted friends.
Smile, too, at God.
Smile at God in loving acceptance of whatever
He sends into your life, and you will merit
to have the radiantly smiling face of Christ
gaze on you with special love throughout
eternity.

SPIRITUAL UNDERSTANDING
To see things as You see them.
Their value in themselves.

Their value in relation to this life.

Their value in relation to me.
Their value in relation to the will and plan

of God,
All therefore a means to an end.

To feel about things as You feel about them,
Their lovableness in themselves.

The reflection of God that is in them,

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Their desirableness as means to get to God,
Their desirableness as means to serve Him,
However, lovable, however desirable a thing

may be, however unlovable, however
undesirable, all is proportioned, sub-

jected to the loving will of God.

To be what You would have me be.
Just a tool of Your hand,
With no will of my own to discover Yours,
Just a child at Your feet.
With no choice of my own but blind trust in

You,

Just a lover.

With no object in life but love of the Beloved.

To do what You would have me do.
Always a life of service.
Seeking nothing for myself.
Always a life of duty.
Seeking nothing for myself.
Always a life of love.
Forgetting that there is any self to be

considered.

ARCHBISHOP GOODIER, S.J.

GLADNESS
Just be glad! Leave all to God!
He knows what's best for you;
So just be glad along the way.
Though skies be gray or blue!

Just be glad! He loves you, dear.
That's all you need to know;
Through trial and prosperity
Be glad, and tell Him so!

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One good man more on earth is better
than an extra angel in heaven.

PROVERB FROM THE CHINESE

SLOW DOWN . .

.

Carl Hubbell, famous speedball pitcher,

said: "As a pitcher, I meet a lot of youngsters.
#

It's a fast game,' I tell them. 'But you must
slow down to play it.'

"

How many of us tackle the game of life in
a burst of speed — and lose the game!

Have good thoughts ... "a man is what he
is thinking all day," said the Sage of Concord.

How are you on alphabetical puzzles? Try
this one, and see whether it registers . . .
THE CH CH IS NOTHING UNLESS

UR IN IT.

WHY WASTE YOUR SOUL?
"More and more each year," wrote the

famed Booker T. Washington, "I am learning
that all worry consumes, and to no purpose,
just so much physical and mental strength that
might otherwise be given to constructive
work."

Edison, the great inventor, occasionally laid

his finger on secrets not concerned with phys-
ical or material wonders: "Forget entirely,"
he urges us, "the word disappointment. Fail-
ures, so called, are but finger posts pointing

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out the right direction to those who are willing
to learn."

The world is a camera — keep smiling,
please!

JUST BE GLAD
Oh! Heart of mine, we shouldn't worry so!
What we've missed of calm, we couldn't

Have, you know!
What we've met of stormy pain.
And of sorrow's driving rain,
We can better meet again — if it blow.
For we know, not every morrow can be sad:
So, forgetting all the sorrow we have had.
Let us fold away our fears.
And put by our foolish tears.
And through all the coming years.

Just be glad.

The optimist proclaims that we live in the
best of all possible worlds. The pessimist
fears that is true. JAMES BRANCH CABELL

Rene de Foucauld, the former French Le-
gionnaire, was not given the privilege of
making one single convert in the whole period
of fifteen years which he spent in the desert
before his martyrdom. Would you call him a
failure?

HANDICAPS ARE WINGS
I thank God for my handicaps, for through

them I have found myself, my work, and my
God. HELEN KELLER

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Sacrifices are the jewels that God gives you
in order to save your brethren. In return you
give him only gravel; you are a coiner. To
give these diamonds their infinite value, resig-
nation is not sufficient. Come, take advantage
of the days of prosperity to give alms to the

poor and sorrowful. Waste nothing; give
everything. Be munificent.

JACQUES D'ARNOUX

Are you disappointed because fame has
passed you by? Few great works have names
signed to them. Think of the Egyptian Phar-

aoh who erased the name of his predecessor
and had his own title chiseled on all the
commemorative tablets in countless temples
and statues and tombs erected by the dead
king . . . yet could not fool posterity. Think
of the numberless masterpieces which are
"thought to be by" this or that renowned
painter. Think of the incident connected with

the discovery of our own New World of
America. Queen Isabella had promised that
the first man to see the New World would re-
ceive ten thousand maravedis; Columbus him-
self added to this the gift of a silken doublet.
But to this day no historian knows who was
the first man who called out "Land ahoy!" at
sight of America. . . .

“THIS IS THE DAY”
"This is the day which the Lord hath made;
We will rejoice," the Psalmist wrote;

And I who am young and strong and free
Will sing my song to the highest note;

A song of gladness because the day

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Is given to me from God's own hand.
To live, and to love, and to do my best
Here in this beautiful free good land.

"This is the day which the Lord hath made;
We will rejoice," again he cries;

And I who love laughter and gladness and
light

Will lift my face to the farthest skies
To thank the Giver of this good day

For the blowing grass, and the wind's high
grace;

For the warm gold sun on my singing throat,
And the clean bright wind on my lifted face.

GRACE NOLL CROWELL

How many of us are willing to suffer —
"on paper" — but not in actuality! Like the
character in Duhamel's novel, they "would
give . . . life, but not this slice of mutton."

They shrink from making the personal ac-
quaintance of iron and steel — they turn
away from the strong joys of self-conquest.

Ultimately any soldier by virtue of his per-
severance and push, despite all his falls, can
reach the line of march, and succeed, or go
down fighting.
You, a soldier of God, by virtue of YOUR

persevering and pushing on in spite of all
your weaknesses, failures, FALLS, can achieve
your purpose, be successful AND die fighting.

That is why the living members of the
Church are called THE CHURCH MILITANT,
and the first dictionary meaning of "militant"
will tell you why: "Pertaining to conflict with
opposing powers or influences."

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Incidentally . .

.

The man who misses all the fun
Is he who says, "It can't be done."
In solemn pride he stands aloof
And greets each venture with reproof.
Had he the power he'd efface
The history of the human race;
We'd have no radio or trolley cars.
No streets lit by electric stars;
No telegraph nor telephone.
We'd linger in the age of stone.
The world would sleep if things were run
By men who say "It can't be done."

May you have enough happiness to keep
you tranquil — enough trials to keep you
strong — enough sorrow to keep you human
— enough hope to keep you happy — enough
failure to keep you humble — enough success
to keep you eager — enough friends to give
you comfort — enough faith and courage to
banish depression — enough wealth to meet
your needs will be yours if you have all of
the above.

Half the trouble never comes.

A FINE ART
To avoid anger and irritation is an art that

must be practiced to be acquired — like skat-
ing, the more falls, the better the knack is
learned.

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SEEDS OF GLADNESS
A woman traveling through the South scat-

tered flower seeds from the train windows.
Years later, beautiful flowers sprang up along
the right-of-way. For miles passengers on the
railway are delighted daily with the sight and
perfume of masses of flowers. — What if that
woman had scattered thistle-seeds instead?

One of the inimitable tests of St. Teresa of
Avila when inspecting candidates was to see
if they had sour faces. . . . Try this test on
your friends, your business acquaintances,
your co-workers. . . . The devil seldom attacks
a soul knowing how to possess itself in joy.
"Delight in the Lord and he will give thee the
requests of thy heart." (PSALM 36:4)

"My right has been beaten back; my left is
periled; my center is wavering. The situation
is ideal. I attack." These were the words of
Marshal Foch at the most critical point of
World War I — would they not be an excel-
lent slogan for us in our spiritual campaign
against gloom and sadness, in our darkest
days?

Let us look at ourselves, no matter how
jarred our nerves are, in the same spirit in
which Oliver Cromwell addressed the painter
who hesitated how to start on his theme:
"Paint me, warts and all!"

In life, those who fall are the victors . .

.

the world can be saved only by those it has
crucified on the cross of persecution and

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ridicule and death. "You will be hated for
my name's sake/' said Christ Himself.

TROUBLES
I'se had so much of troubles dat I'se gotten

half-inclined

To give up dis here worryin' cause it agitates
my mind.

I'se had so much of troubles dat I'se wonder-
ing if I missed

a single one. I'se takin' pride in goin' thru

de list,
and when I stop to figger on de setbacks I

has had,

I gits so interested dat dey doesn't make me
mad.

I knows I'se due to get 'em — all de woes by
which man's vexed —

and I has my own fun guessin' 'bout what
kind'll happen next.

PHILANDER JOHNSON

When nothing seems to help, I go and
look at a stonecutter hammering away at his
rock, perhaps a hundred times without as
much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the
hundredth and first blow, it will split in two,
and I know it was not that blow that did it —
but all that had gone before.

JACOB RIIS

Do you think that a crippled limb should
fetter your spirit? The statesman Talleyrand
was a cripple; Alexander, dwarf and hunch-
back, became one of England's classic poets;

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Elizabeth Barrett was an invalid with a severe
spinal injury but she has earned fame for
herself both as a poetess in her own name and
as the inspiration of the great poet # Browning;

Lord Byron# adventurer and writer. Lord Kel-
vin, famous physicist. Sir Walter Scott, novel-
ist — all became famous in spite of the dis-
ability that burdened them : all were lame,
all rose high on fame's rolls.

"O Lord," wrote Leonardo da Vinci in his
notebook, "Thou givest us everything, at the
price of an effort."

TO TRUST
It's easy to trust when the skies are blue,
when everything goes as you wished it to;
it's easy to trust when no hope's denied,
when every desire is as quick supplied;
when your joy each day grows more and

more,

till the heart somehow is a-spilling o'er!
You just can't help it; it seems you must,
wherever you are, in the Father trust!

But it's hard to trust when the skies are gray,
when nothing seemingly goes your way;
it's hard to feel that it's "for the best"

when suffering comes to the dear home nest;
when, one by one, your joys depart,
But you just can't help it; it's NOW you MUST
leaving a desolate, widowed heart,
in the Father's love believe and trust!

ADELBERT F. CALDWELL

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UNDER THE JUNIPER TREE
After the prophet Elias had challenged the

four hundred and fifty priests of Baal to a

contest of supremacy of the true God/ fire
came down from heaven and consumed the
sacrifice which he had prepared. The priests
were put to death. As a prophet, Elias had
been a great success However, Jezebel,
the queen, said: "Such and such things may
the gods do to me, and all still more, if by
this hour tomorrow I make not thy life as the
life of one of them."
And so, in fear, Elias fled to the desert and

in the words of Holy Writ, sitting under a
juniper tree, "he requested for his soul that

he might die and said, 'It is enough for me.
Lord, take away my soul; for I am no better
than my fathers.' And by and by he fell
asleep in the shade of the juniper tree."

Then an angel of the Lord awoke him, and
without a single reference to the despair which
engulfed Elias, placed food before him, and
again more food before him. This apparently
revived the spirits of the prophets for in the

strength of that food, Elias walked to Mount
Horeb, a trip of forty days and forty nights

Then the Lord's word appeared to him; but
Elias was full only of complaints. The Lord
ignored all these and instead of being pessi-
mistic was entirely optimistic. God does not
despair — only men. In brief, God showed
Elias how the whole picture was even better
than he could have hoped for . .

.

there were
seven thousand men waiting for him in Israel,
so that he could anoint kings over the tribes
and thus start a whole new period of splendor
for the Hebrews.

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The next time you feel that God has for-
saken you and that your plight is desperate,
think of Elias, and, at least mentally, get under
the juniper tree and await the Providence of
the Lord.

The largest library in the world is not in
England or the U.S.A. but in Moscow, Rus-
sia, and is a twelve million volume collec-
tion. Just think! if the Soviets are consistent,

in their anti-God campaign, there can not be
one single volume in that vast pile of printed
matter advocating belief in God or His Son,
and consequently not one volume indicating
the true path to interior joy and peace of
heart. What a commentary on our time which
deliberately chooses to follow the inspirer of

gloom, Satan himself!

To be patient under a heavy cross is no
small praise; to be contented is more; but to

be cheerful is the highest pitch of Christian
fortitude. BISHOP HALL

It has been well said that no man sank
under the burden of the day. It is when to-
morrow's burden is added to the burden of

today that the weight is more than a man can
bear. GEORGE MACDONALD

Are there not many of us who imagine that
we can "change our luck" by changing our
job or location or general environment? And
how often do we find that far from escaping

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the problems that beset us we have merely
"'changed our luck" — but for the worse!
Instead of casting away the present burden,
we have chosen, unknowingly, to embrace
new troubles and trials.

THE MUSICIAN
Make all your decision moderato,
while softly your mirth plays obbligato.

He who forte does what he must
and piano gives way to lust,
weaves many a grace-note in his song
and blends from life's motif, deep and strong,
a masterpiece of melody and harmony,
a finished perfect symphony.

The kind thing is always the right thing.

The art of overlooking is as valuable as the
art of forgetting.

Do we not know that more than half our
trouble is borrowed? Just suppose that we
could get rid of all unnecessary and previous
terror; just suppose that we could be sure of
final victory in every conflict, and final
emergence out of every shadow into brighter
day; how our hearts would be lighted, how
much more bravely we should work and fight
and march forward! This is the courage to
which we are entitled, and which we may
find in the thought that God is with us every-
where. He will not let any one destroy us.
We may be hurt, but we can never be harmed.
The course of our journey has been appointed

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"If anyone wishes to come after me,
let him deny himself, and take pp his
cross, and follow me." (Matt. 16:24)

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by Him, He knows the way even through the
darkness, and its goal is in His bosom. Be of
good cheer, your Shepherd has overcome the
world. HENRY VAN DYKE

If you wish to be miserable, think about
yourself; about what you want, what you like,
what respect people ought to pay you; and
then to you nothing will be pure. You will
spoil everything you touch; you will make
misery for yourself out of everything good;

you will be as wretched as you choose.
CHARLES KINGSLEY

THE CROSS FITS
Seek not, then, to drop the cross you wear
or lay it down; for if you do,
another shall be built for you,
more difficult and hard to bear.

The cross is always made to fit
the back which bears it. Be content,
accept the burden which is sent,
and strive to make the best of it.

Think not how heavy is your load.
Think not how rough the road or long;
Look up and say: "Lord, I am strong,"
and love makes beautiful the road.

Who toils in faith and knows not fear
shall live to find his cross some day
supported all along the way
by angels who are walking near.

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Mandy was reproached that she displayed
so much emotion when she felt the smart of
ill fortune and sorrow.
"What do yo' mean?" she retorted. . . . "How

come no use worrying When de good Lord
send me tribulation. He 'spect me to tribulate,
don' He?"
To which we can add — He certainly does

expect us to "tribulate". . . so long as we do
not inflict our grief on our neighbor too.

All nations smile in the same language.

To keep a contented spirit do the best you
can with what you have. Think of the hitch-
hiker who began moaning about his lot to the
driver who had picked him up deep in the
cow-country of the West. After a while, the

driver having added nothing to the conver-
sation but a steady smile, the hitchhiker asked
him curiously what he did for a living.

"Oh," replied the smiling driver, nodding
at his kit of tools on the seat in back, "I go
from town to town tuning pianos."
The hitchhiker was aghast.

"Tuning pianos — why," he gasped, "every
town is dozens of miles away from the next
one. Besides, I'm sure that none of them
have more than one or two pianos. . .

."

"Well," explained the piano-tuner cheerily,

"when business gets bad, I find business: I
tighten up barbed-wire fences."

It is only after darkness falls that man
can see the stars.

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BE A BLUES-BUSTER
Worry is a disease. It leaves wrinkles in

the mind and face. Face things with delibera-
tion, decision, courage. You may not be able
to control events — you CAN control your
own personal attitude to them. A contented
mind is a healthy mind. Copy this chart and
study it when things go wrong, and you will
find that eventually you will be a blues-buster:
The statistics on worry are as follows:

Worry about disasters that never happened:
40%.

Worry about decisions in the past which can-
not be remedied nor changed: 30%.

Worry about sickness that never comes: 12%.
Worry about children and friends: 10%.
Worry with a real foundation: 8%.

Count that day wasted in which you do
not do at least one thing for others for which
you are not paid.

He knows.
He loves.
He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

The soul cannot be without joy; for it will
delight either in the basest things or the most
exalted.

ST. GREGORY THE GREAT

Evil sadness troubles the soul, leads it into
disquietude, gives birth to inordinate fears, de-

prives the soul of counsel, of resolution, of

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judgment, and of courage, and weakens her
energy: briefly, it is like a hard winter which
takes away all the beauty from the earth and
benumbs all living creatures; for it takes away
all sweetness from the soul and makes her
almost paralyzed and powerless in all her
faculties.

ST. FRANCIS DE SALES

The next time the weather “gets under your
skin" — when it is cloudy or gloomy or rain-
ing — just reflect on the meaning behind
these lines of the Southland's famed poet,
Sidney Lanier:

A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets;
It isn't raining rain to me.
It's raining violets.

Be like the poet laureate of England, Robert
Southey, who "always put on his spectacles
when about to eat cherries, that the fruit
might look larger and more tempting." In
like manner, he continues, "I always make
the most of my enjoyments, and, though I do
not cast my eye away from troubles, I pack
them up into as small a compass as I can
for myself, and never let them annoy others."

t
An English Bishop in the seventeenth cen-

tury had as his motto the words: "Serve God
and be cheerful!" God is best served by
His servant when he smiles as he goes about
his allotted tasks.

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Have you ever reflected that Christ's time
on earth was mainly occupied in making oth-
ers' lives happy, no matter whether he at-
tended the wedding feast at Cana or raised
Lazarus from the dead?

Peace does not dwell in outward things but

within the soul. We may preserve it in the
midst of the bitterest pain if our will remain

firm and submissive. Peace in this life springs
from acquiescence, not in an exemption from
suffering.

FRANCIS DE FENELON

It is one of the most beautiful compensations
of life that no man can sincerely try to help
another without helping himself.

Early lists of the Capital Sins totaled eight

sins; and as late as St. John Damascene we
find the compilation still includes the sin of

"sadness." The seven sins we now know com-
monly as the Capital Sins include: gluttony,
impurity, avarice, anger, sloth, pride, envy.

But earlier ages of the Church paid especial
atttention also to sadness . . . melancholy of the
soul. Our generation has not been taught to
view this as a deadly sin; but is there any
transgression against the natural law which is
more apt to lead men astray? The heart which
is not joyous is a heart inclined to fall easily

into sin. "For the sorrow that is according to
God worketh penance, steadfast unto salva-
tion; but the sorrow of the world worketh
death." (2 COR. 7:10)

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The American novelist Nathaniel Hawthorne
is seldom remembered these days. His works
remain enshrined in the list of classics pro-

duced by strictly native American genius. But
few people realize the distinctively American
work both of genius and charity which his
daughter. Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, erected,
and which surely will endure in men's memo-
ry for years also. We refer to the marvelous
work of charity she inaugurated in the form of
a home for the sick, to which she paid tribute
in her little poem:
"Sorrow, my friend, I owe my soul to you,
and if my life with any glory end
of tenderness for others, and the words are

true,

said honoring when I'm dead,
sorrow, to you, the mellow praise, the funeral

wreath are due."

She learned to sublimate the great sorrow
of her life in unselfish devotion to the sick and
ailing. Have you ever tried practicing that
lesson?

Pessimists who cry out loud at the first
squall that blows remind us of the man canoe-
ing in the river who was screaming to the by-
standers for help. And old riverman took the
pipe from his mouth just long enough to
drawl: "Let down your feet, you fool, you're
only stuck on a sandbar."

A man wrapped up in himself makes a par-
cel about the size of a pillbox.

Stop imitating. A real ruby is worth more
than an artifical diamond.

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ONLY A DAY AT A TIME
Only a day at a time.
There may never be a tomorrow.
Only a day at a time,
And that we can live; we know
The trouble we cannot bear
Is only the trouble we cannot borrow.
And the trials that never come
Are the ones that fret us so.

“DEAR GOD, DO TAKE GOOD CARE
OF YOURSELF!”

Among the grim stories that stream from
Europe with their tragic message, there is one
of which I am reminded again and again, be-
cause it seems to have a special significance
for our times, so lacking in spiritual confi-

dence.

Perhaps you, too, read the episode of the

little girl reported by the United Press. Only
six years old, this tiny tot, daughter of an
English officer, is a refugee in Canada. Far

from family and loved ones, she yet never
fails to pray nightly: "Dear God, bless mum-
my and daddy and all the soldiers and sailors
and airmen — and, dear God, do take good
care of yourself, because if you are bombed,
we are sunk."

A faithful friend is a strong defense, and he
that hath found him hath found a treasure.

ECCLESIASTICUS 6:14

Every act is a boomerang. Do kind ones.

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RECOMPENSE
Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain:
God will help thee for tomorrow.
So each day begin again.

Every day that fits slowly
Has some task to do or bear:
Luminous the crown and holy.
If thou set each gem with care.

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER

*

HOW TO BE HAPPY
We get happiness by giving it. If there is

a secret in happiness, it is not in doing what
one likes to do, but in liking what one has to
do. Happiness is not a thing, but a relation —
a relation between our condition and what
we think our condition ought to be.

Thankfulness is an attitude, another name
for happiness. To be thankful means that
one thinks he is better off than he deserves to
be.

Thus, the road to happiness lies in chang-

ing our thoughts, not our things. The human
heart is a great green tree, and when we hang
there gifts for others, we hang up also gifts
of happiness for ourselves. Those who bring
sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep
it from themselves.

The laws of love, of service, of giving, can-
not be evaded or repealed. And who would
do either? It is what we do for others that
we think of most pleasantly. It is one of God's
ways, that all the happiness that we have

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brought to others is returned to ourselves in

creased a hundred-fold.

HOUR BY HOUR
God broke our years to hours and days,

that

Hour by hour
And day by day.

We might be able all along
To keep quite strong.

Should all the weight of life

Be laid across our shoulders.

And the future, rife with woe
and struggle.

Meet us face to face at just one
place,

We could not go:
Our feet would stop, and so

God lays a little on us every day.
And never, I believe, on all the

way
Will burdens bear so deep
Or pathways lie so steep,

But we can go, if by God's power.
We only bear the burden by the hour.

LIVING BY THE DAY
It is a blessed secret — this of living by the

day. Anyone can carry his burden, however
heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his
work, however hard, for one day. Anyone
can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly and pure-
ly until the sun goes down. And this is all
that life ever really means to us — just one
little day.

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Do today's duty; fight today's temptations.
Do not weaken yourself by looking forward to
the things you cannot see and could not un-
derstand if you saw them. God gives us
nights to shut down the curtain of darkness on
our little days.

We cannot see beyond. Short horizons make
life easier, and give us one of the blessed se-
crets of a brave, true, holy living.

THE OPTIMIST
The man most appeals to jolly good folk
who greets all his life with a smile,
seasons his meals with a smile and a laugh or

a joke,

thinks living is well worth the while.

We cherish this man whose greatest delight
is to make all other men glad
and does all he can to keep the world bright
and free it from everything sad.

W. F. E. GURLEY

"Gather up the fragments that nothing be
lost" — An optimistic man is not a wasteful
man; indeed his thriftines paves the way for
security and good cheer. Christ was an op-
timist — Christ was frugal in the time of fru-
gality — yet at the proper moment, when
Magdalen poured rich and costly perfume and
spiced oil upon His head. He praised her.
Everything in its time, and a right time for
everything. Thus will life offer us its treasures.

Rivers (and men) get crooked by follow-
ing the line of least resistance.

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THE SILVER LINING
There's never a day so sunny.

But a little cloud appears;

There's never a life so happy.

But has its time of tears;

Yet the sun shines out the brighter

Whenever the tempest clears.

There's never a garden growing,

With roses in every plot;
There's never a heart so hardened.

But has a tender spot;

We have only to prune the border
To find the forget-me-not.

There's never a sun that rises.

But we know 'twill set at night;
The tints that gleam in the morning.

At evening are just as bright;

And the hour that is the sweetest
Is between the dark and the light.

There's never a dream so happy.
But the wakening makes it sad;

There's never a dream of sorrow.
But the wakening makes it glad;

We shall look some day with wonder
At all the trouble we've had.

• ''O woman, great is thy faith — be it done
to thee as thou wilt" (Matthew 16:28). Surely
the woman who argued with Christ about the
whelps eating the crumbs from the master's
table was an out-and-out optimist, and having
admiration for her faith, Jesus rewarded it. Do
you trust in Him?

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TRUST IN HIM
The righteous man will take as guide
the sacred word of God,
with faith will drift upon His tide,
will tread where He has trod.
And when his soul is sorely tried
will emulate That One
who turned to God when crucified
and said: "Thy will be done."

W. F. E. GURLEY

WAKE UP
Some think they can be careless and shod-

dy in the matter of honesty, temperance, puri-
ty or any other virtue when they're young
now and then in later life snap out of it at
will. They will be disappointed, according to
the cold analysis of habit by William James,
one of America's foremost psychologists, a
non-Catholic. He is not a priest giving you
"propaganda" when he says:
"The physiological study of mental condi-

tions is thus the most powerful ally of horta-
tory ethics. The hell to be endured hereafter,
of which theology tells, is no worse than the
hell we make for ourselves in this world by
habitually fashioning our characters in the

wrong way. Could the young but realize how
soon they will become mere walking bundles*
of habits, they would give more heed to their
conduct while in the plastic state.

"We are spinning our own fates, good or
evil and never to be undone. Every smallest
stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never so
little scar. The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in
Jefferson's play, excuses himself for every

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fresh dereliction by saying, 'I won't count
this time!' Well! He may not count it, and a
kind Heaven may not count it; but it is being
counted nonetheless. Down among his nerve
cells and fibers the molecules are counting

it, registering and storing it up to be used
against him when the next temptation comes.
Nothing we ever do is, in strict scientific lit-
eralness, wiped out."

THE COURT FOOL
I am the jester of the King,
Long years away

I swore to serve in this capacity.
To others He had left grand roles to play,

Sweet songs to sing.
This role was left for me.

Ladies and lords His palace grace,
Vast multitude

With coats-of-arms and armor dazzling bright
They kneel before the throne . . . beatitude!

The jester's place —
Behold, escapes their sight!

A fool boasts not of heraldry
Or rank sublime,

(The only chore bestowed on him is less)
To please the King, to jest and pass his

time,

Someone that he
Is free to beat or bless.

One day 'twas whispered through the court;
"What favored one

Has thusly pleased His Royal Majesty?

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What tribute can to such be fitly done?"
The praise stopped short:
"Tut, tut, the fool, just he."

Again, 'twas cried from all court ends:
"What heartless one

Has dared to wound His Gracious Majesty?"
And from on High: "Who dared to wound

my Son?"
The king defends:
"Forgive, the fool, just he."

SR. REGINA

Are you or is one of your family or friends
misbehaving in one way or another? DON'T
worry about it thus adding another misbeha-
vior to the first, which will not correct either
of them but very likely cause another — and
another. Have you sinned? Do not worry.
Be patient until you can overcome your temp-
tation, and you will find it passes sooner
if you do not fret over it. Because worrying
is simply keeping the sin itself in our minds
constantly, thus making it easier to fall again.
Here are some of the children of worry: sen-
sitiveness, self-consciousness, wretched physi-
cal and mental failings, fear, lack of confi-
dence, irritability, timidity, bad thoughts, loss
of appetite — and countless other ailments
which nobody wants. So as Christ would
say, "be of good heart" and walk backward
for a while, until you again reach that cross-
roads where you started fretting yourself into
an early grave. Only the highly intelligent
become practiced worriers if that helps any. It
does. Because it means you also have in-
telligence enough to overcome the disorder,
even though one requires the help of a good

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confessor or a very sensible doctor, to find

the causes. So tonight when you begin to
stew because you drank or ate or did some-
thing too much, practice thinking Jesus, Mary,

Joseph! or say it — or something you like
over and over and over.

"Never trouble Trouble till Trouble troubles

you," is a saying as old as my memory, at
least. But since Worry seems to be the, big
problem of our time, perhaps we should make
the old saw a little different — "Never worry
Worry till Worry worries you." Worry is a
psychological problem pure and simple.^ We
have civilized ourselves into the practice. We
have learned to worry, and therefore since we
can forget — or rather refuse to practice •

—

what we have learned, if we are as studious as
we were before we ever started to practice,
we can become non-worriers again, and life
will flow along more evenly and more har-
moniously. What is your pet worry? You can
cure yourself — if you will. And I am sure
that you would begin to practice if you real-
ized that more people are dead because they
worried foolishly — and all worry IS foolish,
for it gets one absolutely nothing — than are
dead by many of the diseases or unsurmount-
able problems they worried about. This is
fact not fiction, as any good doctor could tell
you if he would. All our religion is against
worry and leads us away from it. Nobody
wants others to believe him to be always
harboring unpleasant thoughts and ideas. But
that is exactly what a worrier does. He "sees
through a glass darkly," as St. Paul would
plainly tell him. Now if you will promise to

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forget to worry tonight no matter how strongly
you are tempted, I promise you that you will
feel better tomorrow. And if you refuse to
worry tomorrow, I promise you better health
for the day after, and so on, step by step, you
climb the heights of optimism and good health.
It won't be easy. But, then, nothing worth-
while comes easily. What say you? That that
is refusing to carry the cross God gives us?
Perish the thought. You'll have crosses
aplenty. It is refusing to add a self-made
cross to the one God assigns us to carry. It is
carrying His cross cheerfully. Are you poor?
Fine. You'll be rich sooner if you forget to
worry about it, and you'll feel ever so much
better physically, besides. Are you an in-
valid? Well — why go out to collect several
other diseases when the one God gave you is
plainly all He asks? Worry is a sort of disease
of the mind.

A kicking horse never pulls.
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"Self-confidence sees the angel in the un-

hewn block of marble: self-reliance carves it
out for himself." Here is a pair of twins sweet
to conceive and hard to bear. Ah! but once
borne, what blessed parents are we! All any-
one else can do for us is, give us the chance

to prove that we can be the parents of these
twins. The rest is up to ourselves. And quite
like twins the one depends much upon the
other. If you cannot see the possibilities in
yourself, in other words feel confident, you
will have little use for self-reliance because it

has nothing to hang on to. You might as well
steer clear of medicine chests until you know

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your weakness. You have no use for your
strength unless you have something to ex-

ercise it upon. But any of us can have self-

confidence if we remember that we are chil-
dren of the Father, who is Perfection. We
may be an orange or an apple, a pine tree
or a silver birch, an organ or a violin, a sci-

entist or a religious, a street-sweeper or a

lawyer, a housewife or an author, but one

thing is certain: with a bit of confidence we
can be a perfect fruit or tree or instrument or

a religious or a lawyer, and so on. And it
does not matter which we are so long as we
do strive to be as perfect in our line as we
can.

Without self-reliance we are doubters and
weaklings and grow afraid to step out and
take the world by the forelock. But whoever
is self-reliant looks within himself for the

strength to combat and win what he holds
most worthy and sweetest. The greatest
among us have had to overcome sickness and
worry and all manner of obstacles besetting
our path to the goal. No one is ever de-
feated unless he says so himself, and we need
never fear defeat if we listen to the Voice
which said, "Behold, I am with you. Fear
not." Depend upon yourself. There is great
dignity in it. Rome fell because her greatest
men became slaves while her slaves became
great. You and I have slaves in a manner of
speaking. They are our passions and ambi-
tions. And we can either keep them working
for us or we can lose our mastership and
work for our slaves. If we depend on others
to do what we can and should do for our-
selves, it stands plain and clear that they are
the stronger, and we become increasingly

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less powerful. Stand on your own feet, spir-
itually, mentally and morally, and fight for
and with the best that is in you, and you will
find for yourself the joy and worth of self-
reliance, which as sons and daughters of the
Lord is our birthright.

4

There is a royal road to happiness; it lies

in Consecration, Concentration, Conquest (of

self) and Conscience.

Happiness is the voice of optimism, of faith,

of simple steadfast love.

Content is not happiness; neither is pleasure.

Pleasure is a NOTE — happiness a SYM-
PHONY. JORDAN

Imagination was given to man to compen-
sate him for what he isn't, and a sense of hu-
mor was provided to console him for what he
is.

If the individual would set out for a single
day to GIVE happiness to make life brighter
and sweeter for another — he would find a
wondrous revelation of what happiness really

is. JORDAN
~

A weathercock that once placed
A farmer's barn above.
Bore on it by its owner's will
The sentence, "God is love."

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His neighbor passing, questioned him,

He deemed the legend strange —
"Now, dost thou think that, like the vane,

Gods love can lightly change?"

The farmer smiling, shook his head.
"Nay, friend,

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tis meant to show
That 'God is love' which ever way
The wind may chance to blow."

BE COURTEOUS!
Courtesy seems such a simple thing! Yet

there are those who must think it is not worth
while, for they do not practice it. They neglect
the little acts that make the world a better
place to live in. Strangely enough, they do not
seem to realize that they are denying to them-
selves certain definite benefits to be gained
from the practice of courtesy.

Courtesy is a mark of good breeding. It
commands respect. It is the polish that wel-
comes the customer, cheers the fellow worker,
and make the day easier for everyone. Court-
esy is a recognition of the rights of others. It

is what we all want for ourselves.
To be courteous, therefore, is to practice the

Golden Rule. To be discourteous is to be bru-
tal — self-centered — intolerant. There is no
surer way of annoying people. Discourtesy
breeds scowls and grouches, promotes mis-
understanding, sows discord. It is one of the
ingredients of failure. On the other hand, the
desire to be courteous cultivates a cheerful
personality, and radiates good will.

Increasing one's stock of courtesy towards
others increases one's own stock of happiness.

BERT BARNES

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When I am dying how glad I shall be
that the lamp of my life has been burned out

for Thee;

that sorrow has darkened the path that I trod,
that thorns and not roses, were strewn o'er

the sod.

That anguish of spirit full often was mine,
since anguish of spirit so often was Thine,
My cherished Rabboni, how glad I shall be
to die with the hope of a welcome from Thee.

HOW TO BE HAPPY
Memorize something good.
Look for something beautiful.
Do something for somebody.

Each Day

May the Giver of gifts give unto you
That which is good and that which is true;
The will to help and the courage to do,
A heart that can sing the whole day through,
Whether the skies are gray or blue;
May the Giver of gifts give these to you.

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