g-kindness, but I worry over the dust in the spare room, I fret
about our expenses, I am troubled about my lungs, and I fear my husband
has an unregenerate heart. I never know an hour's peace, for even in
my sleep, I worry, worry, worry, but of course I know I will be saved
by the blood of Christ!"

Another said, "I am in God's fold, well and safe, but I hate and
despise my nearest neighbor, for she wears clothes that I am sure she
cannot pay for, and her children are always dressed better than mine.
I quarrel with my domestics, and am always in trouble of some kind,
just because human beings are so full of sin and no one but myself is
ever right. I shall be so glad to leave this world of woe and go to
heaven, but I hope I will not meet many of my present acquaintances
there!"

Another said, "If I only had good health--but I was born to sickness
and suffering, and it is God's will that I should suffer!"

Oh the pity of it, and to imagine this is religion!

Thank God the wave of "New Thought" is sweeping over the land, and
washing away those old blasphemous errors of mistaken creeds.

The "New Thought" is to give us a new race of beautiful middle-aged and
old people.

To-day in any part of the land among rich, poor, ignorant or
intellectual, orthodox or materialists the beautiful mature face is
rarer than a white blackbird in the woods.

It is impossible to be plain, ugly, or uninteresting in late life, if
the mind keeps itself occupied with right thinking.

The withered and drawn face of fifty indicates withered emotions and
drawn and perverted ambitions.

The dried and sallow face tells its story of dried up sympathies and
hopes.

The furrowed face tells of acid cares eating into the heart.

All this is irreligious! yet all this prevails extensively in our most
conservative and churchy communities.

He who in truth trusts God cannot worry.

He who loves God and mankind, cannot become dried and withered at
fifty, for love will re-create his blood, and renew the fires of his
eye.

He who understands his own divine nature will grow more beautiful with
the passing of time, for the God within will become each year more
visible.

The really reverent soul accepts its sorrows as blessings in disguise,
and he who so accepts them is beautified and glorified by them, within
and without.

Are you growing more attractive as you advance in life? Is your eye
softer and deeper, is your mouth kinder, your expre