A thing need not be unreasonable--that is, contrary to reason--because it is above and beyond reason, or, at least, our human reason, which at best (as St. Paul says) sees as in a glass darkly. _MS. Letter_. 1856. Common Duties. June 27. But after all, what is speculation to practice? What does God require of us, but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with Him? The longer I live this seems to me more important, and all other questions less so--if we can but live the simple right life-- Do the work that's nearest, Though it's dull at whiles; Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles. _Letters and Memories_. 1857. Lost and Found. June 28. "My welfare? It is gone!" "So much the better. I never found mine till I lost it." _Hypatia_, chap. xxvii. 1852. How to bear Sorrow. June 29. I believe that the wisest plan is sometimes not to try to bear sorrow--as long as one is not crippled for one's everyday duties--but to give way to it utterly and freely. Perhaps sorrow is sent that we _may_ give way to it, and in drinking the cup to the dregs, find some medicine in it itself, which we should not find if we began doctoring ourselves, or letting others doctor us. If we say simply, "I am wretched--I ought to be wretched;" then we shall perhaps hear a voice, "Who made thee wretched but God? Then what can He mean but thy good?" And if the heart answers impatiently, "My good? I don't want it, I want my love;" perhaps the voice may answer, "Then thou shalt have both in time." _Letters and Memories_. 1871. A certain Hope. June 30. Let us look forward with quiet certainty of hope, day and night; believing, though we can see but little day, that all this tangled web will resolve itself into golden threads of twined, harmonious life, guiding both us, and those we love, together, through this life to that resurrection of the flesh, when we shall at last know the reality and the fulness of life and love. Even so come, Lord Jesus! _Letters and Memories_. 1844. SAINTS' DAYS, FASTS, & FESTIVALS. Whit Sunday. Think of the Holy Spirit as a Person having a will of His own, who breatheth whither He listeth, and cannot be confined to any feelings or rules of yours or of any man's, but may meet you in the Sacraments or out of the Sacraments, even as He will, and has methods of comforting and educating you of which you will never dream; One whose will is the same as the will of the Father and of the Son, even a good will. _Discipline Sermons_. Trinity Sunday. Some things I see clearly and hold with desperate clutch. A Father in heaven for all, a Son of God incarnate for all, and a Spirit of the Father _and_ the Son--who works to will and to do of His own good pleasure in every human being in whom there is one spark of active good, the least desire to do right or to be of use--the Fountain of all good on earth. _Letters and Memories_. JUNE 11. St. Barnabas, Apostle and Martyr.