ll think little of that. Little, even, will
he think of whether his work will succeed or not. That must be as God
shall will. All that he is bound to do is to do his best; and his best
he can only do by throwing his whole soul into his work. As his day, he
trusts his strength will be; and he must not waste the strength which God
has given him for to-day on vain fears or vain dreams about to-morrow.
To-day is quite full enough of anxiety, of care, of toil, of ignorance.
Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof. Yes; and sufficient for the
day is the good thereof likewise. To-day, and to-morrow, too, may end
very differently from what he hoped. Yes; but they may end, too, very
differently from what he feared. Let him throw his whole soul into the
thing which he is about, and leave the rest to God.

For so only will he come to the day's end in that wholesome and manful
temper, contented if not cheerful, satisfied with the work he has had to
do, if not satisfied with the way in which he has done it, which will
leave his mind free to remember all his comforts, all his blessings, even
to those commonest of all blessings, which we are all too apt to forget,
just because they are as necessary as the air we breathe; which will show
him how much light there is, even on the darkest day.

He has not got this or that fine thing, it may be, for which he longed:
but he has at least his life, at least his reason, at least his
conscience, at least his God. Are not they enough to possess? Are not
they enough wherewith to lie down at night in peace, and rise to-morrow
to take what comes to-morrow, even as he took what came to-day? And will
he not be most fit to take what comes to-morrow like a Christian man,
whether it be good or evil, with his spirit braced and yet chastened, by
honest and patient labour, instead of being weakened and irritated by
idling over to-day, while he dreamed and fretted about to-morrow?

Ah! I fancy that I hear some one say--perhaps a woman--"So easy to
preach, but so difficult to practise. So difficult to think of one thing
at a time. So difficult not to plot, not to fret, with a whole family of
children dependent on you! What does the preacher know of a woman's
troubles? How many things she has to think of, day by day, not one of
which she dares forget--and yet can seldom or never, for all her
recollecting, contrive to get them all done? How can she help bei