LILY. No, indeed. I can't think why ants are always so tiresome, when one tries to help them! They were carrying bits of stick, as fast as they could, through a piece of grass; and pulling and pushing, SO hard; and tumbling over and over,--it made one quite pity them; so I took some of the bits of stick, and carried them forward a little, where I thought they wanted to put them; but instead of being pleased, they left them directly, and ran about looking quite angry and frightened; and at last ever so many of them got up my sleeves, and bit me all over, and I had to come away. L. I couldn't think what you were about. I saw your French grammar lying on the grass behind you, and thought perhaps you had gone to ask the ants to hear you a French verb. ISABEL. Ah! but you didn't, though! L. Why not, Isabel? I knew, well enough, Lily couldn't learn that verb by herself. ISABEL. No; but the ants couldn't help her. L. Are you sure the ants could not have helped you, Lily? LILY (thinking). I ought to have learned something from them, perhaps. L. But none of them left their sticks to help you through the irregular verb? LILY. No, indeed. (Laughing, with some others.) L. What are you laughing at, children? I cannot see why the ants should not have left their tasks to help Lily in hers,--since here is Violet thinking she ought to leave HER tasks, to help God in his. Perhaps, however, she takes Lily's more modest view, and thinks only that "He ought to learn something from her." (Tears in VIOLET'S eyes.) DORA (scarlet). It's too bad--it's a shame:--poor Violet! L. My dear children, there's no reason why one should be so red, and the other so pale, merely because you are made for a moment to feel the absurdity of a phrase which you have been taught to use, in common with half the religious world. There is but one way in which man can ever help God--that is, by letting God help him: and there is no way in which His name is more guiltily taken in vain, than by calling the abandonment of our own work, the performance of His. God is a kind Father. He sets us all in the places where He wishes us to be employed; and that employment is truly "our Father's business." He chooses work for every creature which will be delightful to them, if they do it simply and humbly. He gives us always strength enough, and sense enough, for what He wants us to do; if we either tire ourselves or puzzle ourselves, it is ourselves, it is our own fault. And we may always be sure, whatever we are doing, that we cannot be pleasing Him, if we are not happy ourselves. Now, away with you, children; and be as happy as you can. And when you cannot, at least don't plume yourselves upon pouting. LECTURE 7. HOME VIRTUES By the fireside, in the Drawing-room. Evening. DORA. Now, the curtains are drawn, and the fire's bright, and here's your arm-chair--and you're to tell us all about what you promised. L. All about what? DORA. All about virtue.