ho sees all your efforts, will smile on your patience, and send you
help in all your difficulties.

IX.

When the heart is heavy, and we suffer from depression or disappointment,
how thankful we should be that we still have work and prayer left to
comfort us. Occupation forcibly diverts the mind; prayer sweetly soothes
the soul.

"Then," writes one who had been sorely tried, "I tell my griefs to God, as
a child tells its troubles to its mother; and when I have told all I am
comforted, and repeat with a lightened heart the prayer of S. Francoise de
Chantal (who certainly suffered more than I), 'Thy will be done for ever
and ever, O LORD, without _if_ or _but_;' ... and then, for fear a murmur
may arise in my heart, I return immediately to my work, and become
absorbed in occupation."

X.

He who is never satisfied with anything, satisfies no one.

XI.

Are there many who try to be of some little help or comfort to the souls
with whom they are brought in contact through life?

Poor souls, that, perhaps, have no longer strength or will to manifest the
longing they experience, and who languish for want of help, without being
aware that they are perishing. Oh, mingle sometimes with your earthly help
the blessed Name of GOD; and if there remain one little spark of life in
the soul, that Name will rekindle it, and carry comfort and resignation;
even as air breathed into the mouth of any one apparently dead, rushes
into the lungs, and revives the sufferer, if but one breath of life
remains.

_Souls! Souls! I yearn for Souls!_--This is the cry of the SAVIOUR; and
for their sakes He died upon the Cross, and remains until eternity their
Intercessor.

_Souls! Souls! I must win Souls!_--It is the cry of Satan; and to obtain
them he scatters gold to tempt them, multiplies their pleasures and
vanities, and gives the praise that only infatuates.

_Souls! Souls! we long for Souls!_--Let this be our aim, readers and
writers of these our "Paillettes;" and for the sake of even _one_ soul,
let not fatigue, expense, or the criticism of the world, deter us....

XII.

How few there are who would thus dare to address GOD each night: "LORD,
deal with me to-morrow as I have this day dealt with others; ... those to
whom I was harsh, and from malice, or to show my own superiority, exposed
their failings; others, to whom, from pride or dislike, I refused to
speak,--one I have avoided, another I cannot like because she displea