I never observed in her any sign of a single sentiment unbecoming to a soul which had drunk of the river of the water of life, and which had fed upon manna in the barren wilderness.

The world is the better for the passage of such souls across its surface.

They may seem to be as much forgotten as the drops of rain which fall into the barren sea, but each rain-drop adds to the volume of refreshful and purifying waters.

'The healing of the world is in its nameless saints.

A single star seems nothing, but a thousand scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.'" There are many busy mothers to whom this lesson may come almost as a revelation.