I wonder if I really keep them better?
But if not, may GOD, I pray Him, send me back the restless zeal, the hunger and thirst after righteousness, which He gives in early youth! It is so easy to become more thick-skinned in conscience, more tolerant of evil, more hopeless of good, more careful of one's own comfort and one's own property, more self-satisfied in leaving high aims and great deeds to enthusiasts, and then to believe that one is growing older and wiser.

And yet those high examples, those good works, those great triumphs over evil, which single hands effect sometimes, we are all grateful for, when they are done, whatever we may have said of the doing.

But we speak of saints and enthusiasts for good, as if some special gifts were made to them in middle age which are withheld from other men.

Is it not rather that some few souls keep alive the lamp of zeal and high desire which GOD lights for most of us while life is young?
Eleanor and I worked at our lessons by ourselves.

We always had her mother to "fall back upon," as we said.