for a word with a laboring man returning with dinner pail in
hand from his work, returning the recognition from the lady in her
carriage, and so imparting some of her own rich life to all with whom
she came in contact.

And as good fortune would have it, while still watching her, an old
lady passed her,--really old, this one, though at least ten or fifteen
years younger, so far as the count by the seasons is concerned.
Nevertheless she was bent in form and apparently stiff in joint and
muscle. Silent in mood, she wore a countenance of long-faced sadness,
which was intensified surely several fold by a black, sombre headgear
with an immense heavy veil still more sombre looking if possible. Her
entire dress was of this description. By this relic-of-barbarism garb,
combined with her own mood and expression, she continually proclaimed
to the world two things,--her own personal sorrows and woes, which by
this very method she kept continually fresh in her mind, and also her
lack of faith in the eternal goodness of things, her lack of faith in
the love and eternal goodness of the Infinite Father.

Wrapped only in the thoughts of her own ailments, and sorrows, and
woes, she received and she gave nothing of joy, nothing of hope,
nothing of courage, nothing of value to those whom she passed or with
whom she came in contact. But on the contrary she suggested to all and
helped to intensify in many, those mental states all too prevalent in
our common human life. And as she passed our friend one could notice a
slight turn of the head which, coupled with the expression in her face,
seemed to indicate this as her thought,--Your dress and your conduct
are not wholly in keeping with a lady of your years. Thank God, then,
thank God they are not. And may He in His great goodness and love send
us an innumerable company of the same rare type; and may they live a
thousand years to bless mankind, to impart the life-giving influences
of their own royal lives to the numerous ones all about us who stand so
much in need of them.

Would you remain always young, and would you carry all the joyousness
and buoyancy of youth into your maturer years? Then have care
concerning but one thing,--how you live in your thought world. This
will determine all. It was the inspired one, Gautama, the Buddha, who
said,--"The mind is everything; what you think you become." And the
same thing had Ruskin in mind when he said,--"Make yourself nests of
plea