I pray God to send a few men with what the Americans call "grit" in them; men, who when they know a thing to be right, will not turn away, or turn aside, or stop; men who will persevere all the more because there are difficulties to meet or foes to encounter; who stand all the more true to their Master

because they are opposed; who, the more they are thrust into the fire, the hotter they become; who, just like the bow, the further the string is drawn the more powerfully it sends forth its arrows, and so the more they are trodden upon, the more mighty will they become in the cause of truth against error.

When the good shepherd found the lost sheep he did not drive or even lead it back. It was too weary and worn to reach the fold, and so he carried it. It was so with me, I had not a step to go, I looked to the Great Shepherd and I was peacefully in his

fold without further effort. "Love on its shoulders joyfully did lay Me, weary with the greatness of my way." Look, dear seeking reader, and it shall be so with you.