In offering help, you make a step towards gaining a friend; in asking it, you please by this mark of your confidence. The result of this will be a constant habit of mutual forbearance, and a fear to be disobliging in matters of greater importance. VIII. When teaching or working with others, never laugh or make fun of their awkwardness. If it is caused by stupidity, your laughter is uncharitable; if from ignorance, your mockery is, to say the least, unjust. Teach the unskilful with gentleness; show him the right way to work; and God, Who sees all your efforts, will smile on your patience, and send you help in all your difficulties. IX. When the heart is heavy, and we suffer from depression or disappointment, how thankful we should be that we still have work and prayer left to comfort us. Occupation forcibly diverts the mind; prayer sweetly soothes the soul. "Then," writes one who had been sorely tried, "I tell my griefs to God, as a child tells its troubles to its mother; and when I have told all I am comforted, and repeat with a lightened heart the prayer of S. Francoise de Chantal (who certainly suffered more than I), 'Thy will be done for ever and ever, O LORD, without _if_ or _but_;' ... and then, for fear a murmur may arise in my heart, I return immediately to my work, and become absorbed in occupation." X. He who is never satisfied with anything, satisfies no one. XI. Are there many who try to be of some little help or comfort to the souls with whom they are brought in contact through life? Poor souls, that, perhaps, have no longer strength or will to manifest the longing they experience, and who languish for want of help, without being aware that they are perishing. Oh, mingle sometimes with your earthly help the blessed Name of GOD; and if there remain one little spark of life in the soul, that Name will rekindle it, and carry comfort and resignation; even as air breathed into the mouth of any one apparently dead, rushes into the lungs, and revives the sufferer, if but one breath of life remains. _Souls! Souls! I yearn for Souls!_--This is the cry of the SAVIOUR; and for their sakes He died upon the Cross, and remains until eternity their Intercessor. _Souls! Souls! I must win Souls!_--It is the cry of Satan; and to obtain them he scatters gold to tempt them, multiplies their pleasures and vanities, and gives the praise that only infatuates. _Souls! Souls! we long for Souls!_--Let this be our aim, readers and writers of these our "Paillettes;" and for the sake of even _one_ soul, let not fatigue, expense, or the criticism of the world, deter us.... XII.