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disturbed and vexed by the habit. There is an ancient Welsh legend which has always seemed to us a case in point. "There were two kings formerly in Britain," the legend says, "named Nynniaw and Peibiaw. As these two ranged the fields one starlight night, 'See,' said Nynniaw (who at this point seems something of a poet), 'what a beautiful and extensive field I possess.' 'Where is it?' said Peibiaw. 'The whole firmament,' said Nynniaw, 'far as vision can extend.' 'And dost thou see,' said Peibiaw, 'what countless herds and flocks of cattle and sheep I have depasturing thy field?' 'Where are they?' said Nynniaw. 'Why, the whole host of stars which thou seest,' said Peibiaw, 'and each of golden effulgence, with the moon for their shepherdess to superintend their wanderings.' 'They shall not graze in my pasture,' said Nynniaw (who now appears to have been fitly named). 'They shall,' said Peibiaw. 'They shall not,' said one. 'They shall,' said the other, repeatedly, bandying contradiction, until at last it arose to wild contention between them, and from contention it came to furious war, until armies and subjects of both were nearly annihilated in the desolation."—Harper's Bazar.

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TROUBLE BRAVELY MET

There is a manuscript letter written by Thomas More to his wife, Alyce, when the news came that the great mansion at Chelsea, with its offices and huge granaries, had been almost destroyed by fire. Instead of lamenting his loss, he writes, "I pray you, Alyce, with my children, be merry in God. Find out if any poor neighbors stored their corn in the granaries, and recompense them. Discharge no servant until he have another abiding-place. Be of good cheer. Take all the household with you to church, and thank God for what He hath taken and what He hath left."

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Trouble Conquered—See.

Trouble, Ignoring—See.

TROUBLE UPLIFTS

The aviators tell us that the first rule of flight is to turn the flying-machine against the wind, and let it lift you into the heights. When the bird is flying for pleasure it flies with the wind, but if you lift a club toward the bird, and it wishes to rise, it turns and flies against the wind, and upward soars toward the sun. Trouble is a divine wind, let loose to lift man into the heights, where eternal beauty hath her dwelling-place.—

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TROUBLES, MEETING

I have recently read this story about an unhappy woman. She was, indeed, very miserable, and for years her complaints were loud and constant. But one day she happened to read of a naval disaster: the ship was doomed, but the officers set the band playing, the flags flying, and, drest in full uniform, with their white gloves on, waited for the ship to go down.

She thought of herself, and was ashamed. Never had she met disaster except with tears and complaints. "I won't be as I have been any more," she said to herself. "When troubles come to me, tho I perish as those officers did, I will meet them as they did, with flags flying, the band playing, and my white gloves on." And new troubles came; but with each one she said to herself, "The flags must fly today, the band play, and I must have my white gloves on." And, if the trial were very severe, she would actually put on her best clothes, and with smiling face go out to perform some act of cheerful kindness.

And after some years the result is that she seems to be happy and prosperous. People call her fortunate. Another complaining woman said to her, "Oh, it is well enough for you to talk, you who have never known a trouble in your life."

"A trouble in my life!" the cheerful woman said to herself, and stopt to think. "A trouble! Perhaps not; but now, thank God, those which I thought I had seem no longer to have belonged to me, but to some other person living centuries ago." And she felt sorry for her fretful friend.—

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TRUST

It is a pleasant sight sometimes to see a child and a father at a crowded London crossing; to the child's imagination the street with its rattle of horses and vehicles is the picture of danger and death—to attempt to get to the other side alone would be certain destruction; but as the father stands at the edge of the pavement, the child looks up to him with a glance of perfect trust and puts