the eye of our heavenly Father. It
is true, and you will find it true, that whom the Lord loveth He
chasteneth.

_All Saints' Day Sermons_.

"That ye through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope,"
says St. Paul; and, again, "Let patience have her perfect work." But
where are we to get patience? God knows it is hard in such a world as
this for poor creatures to be always patient. But faith can breed
patience, though patience cannot breed itself; and faith in whom? Faith
in our Father in Heaven, even in Almighty God Himself. He calls Himself
the "God of Patience and Consolation." Pray for His Holy Spirit, and He
will make you patient; pray for His Holy Spirit, and He will console and
comfort you. He has promised that Spirit of His--the Comforter--the
Spirit of Love, Trust, and Patience--to as many as ask Him. Ask Him at
His Holy Table to make you patient; ask Him to change your wills into the
likeness of His will. Then will your eyes be opened; then will you see
in the Scriptures a sure promise of hope, and glory, and redemption for
yourself and all the world; then you will see in the blessed Sacrament of
the Lord's body and blood a sure sign and warrant, handed down from hand
to hand, from age to age, from year to year, from father to son, that His
promises shall be fulfilled--that patience shall have her perfect
work--that hope shall become a reality--that not one of the Lord's words
shall fail or pass away till all be fulfilled.

_National Sermons_.

God means some good to you by prostrating you--perhaps He means by giving
you blessings almost without your asking, to show you how little avails
morbid sensitiveness or self-tormenting struggles. Synthetical minds are
subject to this self-torture. Such a period in your life is the time to
become again a little child! I do not mean a re-regeneration, but a
permitting of the mind to assume that tone of calm wonder and infantile
trust, which will allow all the innate principles within--all
God-bestowed graces which have been bruised and bowed by the tempest, to
blossom gently upwards again, in "the clear shining after rain"--a
breathing time in life--not too much retrospection or
self-examination--keep that for the healthy and vigorous hours of the
mind--but a silent basking in the light of God's presence--a time for
faith, more than for labour; for general and unexpressed, more than for
particular or earnest prayer.

_Letters and Memori