'There grows much bread in the winter night,' is a proverb full of a beautiful significance.

Wheat, or bread, is, in the outer world of nature, what good is in the inner world of spirit.

And as well in the winter night of trial and adversity is bread grown, as in the winter of external nature.

The bright wine of truth we crush from purple clusters in genial autumn; but bread grows even while the vine slumbers." "I know," said Mrs.Markland, "that, in the language of another, 'sweet are the uses of adversity.' I know it to be true, that good gains strength and roots itself deeply in the winter of affliction and adversity, that it may grow up stronger, and produce a better harvest in the end.

As an abstract truth, how clear this is! But, at the first chilling blast, how the spirit sinks; and when the sky grows dull and leaden, how the heart shivers!" "It is because we rest in mere natural and external things as the highest good." "Yes--how often do we hear that remarked! It is the preacher's theme on each recurring Sabbath," said Mrs.Markland, in an abstracted way.