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An evergreen tree of the genus Taxus. 
Sorrow. 
“I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; 
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout.” 
— Shakespeare. 
“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.” 
— T. Moore. 
T. AUGUSTINE says: “Human nature is small, because it is re- 
' stricted within certain limits. The smaller a man’s nature is, the 
more he loves these limits, In order to become great , these limits must be 
overleapt , and this requires an effort ” 
And a modern writer, commenting on this passage, says: 
“These limits are like the circle of fire round an insect. The insect 
feels the heat, approaches the flame, shrinks back and dies.” 
The weak and cowardly soul acts like this; but the noble disposition 
tries to cross this circle of fire. 
“If you analyze,” says another deep thinker, “the elements of a 
great and noble character, you will find out that they all have been fused 
together in the furnace of sorrovj.” 
Sorrow is essential to man, in order to prevent his setting his affec¬ 
tions too much on the earth. It detaches him from the earth, lifts him 
up to Heaven , and unites him to God! * 
“Go, then,” says a poet, 
“Go, then, earthly love and treasure! 
Come, disaster, scorn and pain! 
In God’s service, pain is pleasure; 
With His favor loss is gain. 
