We should remember that the world is wide; that there are a thousand million different human wills, opinions, ambitions, tastes, and loves; that each person has a differ- ent history, constitution, culture, character, from all the rest; that human life is the work, the play, the ceaseless [15] action and reaction upon each other of these different atoms. Then, we should go forth into life with the smallest expectations, but with the largest patience; with a keen relish for and appreciation of everything beautiful, great, and good, but with a temper so genial that the friction [20] of the world shall not wear upon our sensibilities; with an equanimity so settled that no passing breath nor accidental disturbance shall agitate or ruffle it; with a charity broad enough to cover the whole world’s evil, and sweet enough to neutralize what is bitter in it,—de- [25] termined not to be offended when no wrong is meant, nor even when it is, unless the offense be against God. Nothing short of our own errors should offend us. He who can wilfully attempt to injure another, is an object of pity rather than of resentment; while it is a question [30] in my mind, whether there is enough of a flatterer, a fool, or a liar, _to_ offend a whole-souled woman. [Page 225.] Hints To The Clergy At the residence of Mr. Rawson, of Arlington, Massa- chusetts, a happy concourse of friends had gathered to celebrate the eighty-second birthday of his mother—a friend of mine, and a Christian Scientist. [5] Among the guests, were an orthodox clergyman, his wife and child. In the course of the evening, conversation drifted to the seventh modern wonder, Christian Science; where- upon the mother, Mrs. Rawson, who had drunk at its [10] fount, firmly bore testimony to the power of Christ, Truth, to heal the sick. Soon after this conversation, the clergyman’s son was taken violently ill. Then was the clergyman’s opportunity to demand a proof of what the Christian [15] Scientist had declared; and he said to this venerable Christian:— “If you heal my son, when seeing, I may be led to believe.” Mrs. Rawson then rose from her seat, and sat down [20] beside the sofa whereon lay the lad with burning brow, moaning in pain. Looking away from all material aid, to the spiritual source and ever-present help, silently, through the divine power, she healed him. [25] The deep flush faded from the face, a cool perspiration spread over it, and he slept. In about one hour he awoke, and was hungry. The parents said:— “Wait until we get home, and you shall have some [30] gruel.” [Page 226.] But Mrs. Rawson said:—[1] “Give the child what he relishes, and doubt not that the Father of all will care for him.” Thus, the unbiased youth and the aged Christian carried the case on the side of God; and, after eating [5] several ice-creams, the clergyman’s son returned home —_well_. Perfidy And Slander