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 but true  charity  casteth  out  fear. How often  do  you approach the  sacraments? Once a  year. How often do you  eat? Three or  four  times  a  day. But why not refresh  your  starving  soul  more  frequently? Afraid lest  men  consider  you  effeminate  or  a  hypocrite. Ah! but true  charity  casteth  out  fear. How many times  did  you  refuse  invitations  to  the  theatre or the  tavern;  how  often  did  you  visit  the  widows and orphans  to  comfort  them  in  their  affliction? Seldom if  ever. Why? For fear  of  being  called mean or  unmanly. Ah! but true  charity  casteth  out fear. Again, charity  is  patient,  beareth  all  things, endureth all  things. Perhaps your  health  is  poor, your home  unhappy,  your  business  not  prosperous, are you  resigned? Alas! how rare  is  patience! how rare is  true  charity! We bear  the  world's  crosses uncomplainingly; we  even  voluntarily  fast  and  pray and give  alms,  but  beneath  the  tribulations  sent  us by  God,  we  grumble  and  groan. Yet, "  whom  the Lord  loveth,  He  chastiseth,"  but  we  cannot,  will  not see it. Rejecting the  doctor  of  our  souls,  we  undertake to  prescribe  for  ourselves,  and  in  the  end  we find  that  he  who  is  his  own  physician  hath  a  fool  for his patient. Brethren, may  the  Spirit  of  love  come to you  to-day;  may  He  strengthen  you  to  bear humbly and  patiently  the  inevitable  but  saving  trials of your  earthly  career,  and  may  He  impart  to  you the courage  to  do  ever,  and  everywhere,  your  whole duty to  yourself,  your  neighbor,  and  your  God.