ure of the tissues and
they actually reproduced the nail marks in the hands and feet and the
spear wound as in the side of the crucified Christ.

These nuns devoted their lives to this reproduction of the physical
evidences of the crucifixion. The fixing of the mind for a long period
of time upon the wounds of the hands, feet, and the side, were so
vivid, so concentrated, that the picture was made real in their own
flesh. In addition to the mental picturing, they kept constantly
before them the physical picture of the crucified Christ, which made
their mental picture all the more vivid and concentrated. The
religious ecstasy was so intense that they could actually see Christ
being crucified, and this mental attitude was outpictured in the flesh.

CHAPTER LIV

THE CURSE OF WORRY

This monster dogs us from the cradle to the grave. There is no
occasion so sacred but it is there. Unbidden it comes to the wedding
and the funeral alike. It is at every reception, every banquet; it
occupies a seat at every table.

No human intellect can estimate the unutterable havoc and ruin wrought
by worry. It has ever forced genius to do the work of mediocrity; it
has caused more failures, more broken hearts, more blasted hopes, than
any other one cause since the dawn of the world.

_Did you ever hear of any good coming to any human being from worry_?
Did it ever help anybody to better his condition? Does it not
always--everywhere--do just the opposite by impairing the health,
exhausting the vitality, lessening efficiency?

What have not men done under the pressure of worry! They have plunged
into all sorts of vice; have become drunkards, drug fiends; have sold
their very souls in their efforts to escape this monster.

Think of the homes which it has broken up; the ambitions it has ruined;
the hopes and prospects it has blighted! Think of the suicide victims
of this demon! If there is any devil in existence, is it not worry,
with all its attendant progeny of evils?

Yet, in spite of all the tragic evils that follow in its wake, a
visitor from another world would get the impression that worry is one
of our dearest, most helpful friends, so closely do we hug it to
ourselves and so loath are we to part from it.

Is it not unaccountable that people who know perfectly well that
success and happiness both depend on keeping themselves in condition to
get the most possible out of their energies should harbor in their
m