Remember all the happiness That comes your way in living. Forget each worry and distress, Be hopeful and forgiving;
Charity begins at home but unfortun ately some people don't stay at home long enough to start it. * * * H IS W IL L BE DONE "H is will be done," we say with sighs trembling, Expecting trial, bitter loss and tears,* And then how doth He answer us with blessing, In sweet rebuking of our faithless fears. God's will is peace and plenty, and the power To be and have the best that He can give, A mind to serve Him and a heart to love Him, The faith to die with and the strength to live. It means for us all good, all grace, all glory His kingdom coming and on earth begun; Why should we fear to say: "H is will— His righteous, His tender, loving, joyous, will— be done?" — Annie Johnson Flint * Some people intend to be humbly grate ful; however, they turn out instead to be grumbly hateful. * * * THE BEST M EMORY SYSTEM Forget each kindness that you do As soon as you have done it; Forget the praise that falls on you The moment you have won it; Forget the slander that you hear Before you can repeat it; Forget each slight, each spite, each sneer. Wherever you may meet it. * *
Remember good, remember truth. Remember heaven's above you. And you will find through age and youth, True joy and hearts to love you. * * dr One way to defend your child is to attend it. * * * H IS W A Y IS BEST I promised a doll to my dear baby girl; I pictured a treasure most fair, With exquisite features, and teeth of pure pearl, Moving eyes, walking limbs, and real hair! We entered a shop, and the dear little maid Clasped a cheap, tawdry doll to her breast; To make the exchange I was really afraid, Though I wanted to give her the best. I took it away, and the tears filled her eyes, Till I gave her the one I had planned; Then the dear little face glowed in joyous surprise That a dolly existed so grand. Oh, Saviour, I too am a child in Thy sight, I choose the first things that I see; I struggle to keep them, I do not know quite Why the Father should take them • from me. But when I look back, through the wisdom of years, When my faith is age-old and sub lime, I know I shall see, through a rainbow of tears, That my Father planned best, all the time! A white lie soon gets tanned and tar nished from exposure. 29 * * *
Remember every kindness done To you, whate'er its measure; Remember praise by others won, And pass it on with pleasure; Remember every promise made And keep it to the letter; Remember those who lend you aid, And be a grateful debtor.
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