"Wrong not the dead with tears! A glorious bright to-morrow Endeth a weary life of pain and sorrow." The life of George Wilson--so admirably and affectionately related by his sister--is probably one of the most marvellous records of pain and longsuffering, and yet of persistent, noble, and useful work, that is to be found in the whole history of literature. His entire career was indeed but a prolonged illustration of the lines which he himself addressed to his deceased friend, Dr. John Reid, a likeminded man, whose memoir he wrote:-- "Thou wert a daily lesson Of courage, hope, and faith; We wondered at thee living, We envy thee thy death. Thou wert so meek and reverent, So resolute of will, So bold to bear the uttermost, And yet so calm and still." CHAPTER VIII.--TEMPER. "Temper is nine-tenths of Christianity."--BISHOP WILSON. "Heaven is a temper, not a place."--DR. CHALMERS. "And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show; All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree"--SOUTHEY. "Even Power itself hath not one-half the might of Gentleness" --LEIGH HUNT. It has been said that men succeed in life quite as much by their temper as by their talents. However this may be, it is certain that their happiness in life depends mainly upon their equanimity of disposition, their patience and forbearance, and their kindness and thoughtfulness for those about them. It is really true what Plato says, that in seeking the good of others we find our own. There are some natures so happily constituted that they can find good in everything. There is no calamity so great but they can educe comfort or consolation from it--no sky so black but they can discover a gleam of sunshine issuing through it from some quarter or another; and if the sun be not visible to their eyes, they at least comfort themselves with the thought that it IS there, though veiled from them for some good and wise purpose. Such happy natures are to be envied. They have a beam in the eye--a beam of pleasure, gladness, religious cheerfulness, philosophy, call it what you will. Sunshine is about their hearts, and their mind gilds with its own hues all that it looks upon. When they have burdens to bear, they bear them cheerfully--not repining, nor fretting, nor wasting their energies in useless lamentation, but struggling onward manfully, gathering up such flowers as lie along their path.