Chat With The Girls

Girls, don't! If you find, in searchng for your mission in this world, that rou neglect tomo everyday duty, I say, lou't scarch. Let the mission come; ' ;hen attend to it. If you have to waste he precions minutes of your life waitDg for somo grand opportunity to do $ood, make up your minds that you're lot cut out fr any special mission, or rather. that there is none "out out" for fou; for missioos are not cut out as a j msque is, by a pattern, whi h can bo sorrowed from any one. LUten to that grand old philosopher, Thomas Carlyle: "Do the duty which iest nearest thee, whioh thou knowest o i duty. The second duty will ilroady havo bcome clearer." That is my motto. I have it copied out n large clear handwriting and huog it on a pin stuck in my writing desk, where I can see it at all hours of the d:iy, and underneath is the one worl 4Now." That is to me a magieal word. Dil you ever know a girl who imagined she would do something great f; rand, good, had she only a chance, aa op portunityP If she is yet a school girl her studies are neglected in order that she may scribble on bits of paper and blank leaves torn from her history, and bewail her fate in these or similar words: '-I am filled with an inexpressible longing to do some mighty good. Oh, that 1 might go forth into the world's great strife and win a name and place fur inyself! Oh, to be f ree fro i these galling chains!" etc. That's just the tárouble, mydear young íriond, "a plano and a name" for yourself. A nd you deceive yourself in thinking it is for the good of your fellow creatures. Selfdeception is indeed a doublé deceit Be content to "do the duty that liei nearest thee," and look uot to the man for praise and approval. "The noblettt doods are often done where no eye but God's can see them." 'Tis not so much what we do as what we are ... We are touching our fellow beiugs on all sides. They are afleo ed for good or for evil by what we are, by what we say and do, even by what we think and feel. "Xo man liveth to liimsclf, no man dieth to himself," and you g'rl.s who spend jour" time in idle search, while neglected duties, email and contemptible though they seem, stare } ou in the face every hour of the day te 1 me what will your answer be when the question cones: "Where bast thou fleaned to-day?" Will vou hold out ands tilled with the withered ilowers of reveries and day-dreams? or will you, at last, drop the wilhered b!ossom and stretch forth empty hands' Kemember, that 'from the lowest deptli there is a path to the loftiest height " Find it and walk therein.