"My Father, may I ever humbly follow in thy way; may I ever trust, with the full assurance of faith, that it does lead to thy heavenly kingdom. It is often narrow and perplexed, and I cannot see where it is leading me; yet, though the guiding light of thy holy word may be half obscured by the mists of the valley, if I fix my eyes steadily upon it, it will become brighter and brighter; I shall see my way clearly in this seemingly intricate road, and discern, even at the end of it, the entrance to thy heavenly mansion." "O God, may our souls be full of life. Save us from an inanimate and sluggish life.... Inspire our sensibility to good; may we see more and more its loveliness and beauty. And may all the varied experience of life draw us nearer to thee" (Channing). Then follows "an abstract from Channing's Memoirs, showing how, by self-scrutiny, his character was formed, by many trials and denials." She then copies eighteen pages from Channing's "Rules for Self-Discipline," at the end writing, "All these pages from Channing are written from memory, not copied." The second rule copied is, "Let me not _talk_ of pains, sicknesses, complaints," etc. Following the rules is a poem copied from the "Christian Register" of Sept. 4, 1880. WHAT OF THAT? "Tired?" Well, what of that? Didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease, Fluttering the rose-leaves scattered by the breeze? Come, rouse thee! work while it is called day! Coward, arise! Go forth upon thy way. "Lonely?" And what of that? Some must be lonely; 'tis not given to all To feel a heart responsive rise and fall, To blend another life into its own. Work may be done in loneliness. Work on! "Dark?" Well, what of that? Didst fondly dream the sun would never set? Dost fear to lose thy way? Take courage yet! Learn thou to walk by faith, and not by sight; Thy steps will guided be, and guided right. "Hard?" Well, what of that? Didst fancy life one summer holiday, With lessons none to learn, and nought but play? Go, get thee to thy task! Conquer or die! It must be learned! Learn it, then, patiently. "No help?" Nay, 'tis not so! Though human help is far, thy God is nigh; Who feeds the ravens, hears his children's cry. He's near thee wheresoe'er thy footsteps roam, And he will guide thee, light thee, help thee home. Then follows a selection from Emerson:--