"Laden boughs hang low. The nettle mounts above its fellow weeds, but the violet lies shrouded under its leaves, and is only found out by its own scent." Walking one day by a stream we were conscious of a delicious perfume, and only then did we perceive the little blue eyes which were looking up to us

so meekly from the ground on which we stood. Virtue is always modest, and modesty is itself a virtue. He who is discovered by his real excellence, and not by his egotistical advertisements of his own perfections, is a man worth knowing.

He who would serve God must begin by loving him, for a grateful, loving heart is the mainspring of obedience. We must offer the salt of gratitude with the sacrifice of service. Our faces should shine with the joyfulness of praise. As soldiers march to

music, so while we walk in the paths of righteousness we should keep step to the notes of thanksgiving. Larks sing as they mount, and so should we magnify the Lord for his mercies while we are winging our way to Heaven.