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Anxiety. 
“What avails it that indulgent Heaven 
From mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come, 
If we, ingenious to torment ourselves, 
Grow pale at hideous fiction of our own V 9 
— Dr. J. Armstrong. 
EET do not die from hard work, so much as from the fret and worry 
which accompany it. 
And, as I may well suppose, that you, too, sometimes , fret and worry 
yourself more them is needed let me ask you just one or two questions: 
“Do you not think, that God governed the world very well before you 
eame into it?” “Undoubtedly,” is your reply. “And do you not think 
that he will govern it quite as well when you are gone out of it ?” “Cer¬ 
tainly.” Then, pray, sir, excuse me, but do you not think that you may 
trust Him to govern it as long as you live in it T’ 
Coral 
Heavenly Love. 
¥ E are like coral, which, in the place of its origin, the ocean, is a pale 
green shrub, weak and pliable; but once it is taken out of the depth 
of the sea, as out of the womb of its mother, it becomes almost a stone, and 
changes from green to a rich red. Thus, says St. Francis de Sales, when 
we are immersed in the sea of this world, the place of our birth, we are 
subject to extreme vicissitudes, and pliable on every hand—on the right, 
to Heavenly Love by inspiration ; on the left, to earthly love by temptation. 
But if once drawn out of this mortality, we have changed the pale green of 
our timorous hopes into the rich red of secure enjoyment; never more shcdl 
we be changeable, but shall abide forever fixed in Love Eternal. 
