ake me smile?

    Is it so certain t t is in itself, ratention? If ter in tot to tus not look do of generosity; it is tom to self-denial and to sympatime as a sacred talisman; I o cal victory won over myself.

    It is nonessed tion of teDieu; but s tions of former days?

    I still remember reets streintoxicated by totouc along. I smiled at everyt seemed to me t God ingin the air!

    Moreover, t tement of t: it migense on certain days, but at time it continued t, and a trustfulness from coming, at least from staying  being alone,I soon took  again, like ts courage, becauseit s mot t confidence ofmy c God is here?

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    A melanc perant lesson. ,if I rusted more to  y? It may be t  possible  on condition of living like a coties of eac comes, and trusting in ther for all besides.

    to strengt is good, I turn my ts to le expression of  and sootects my life, and gives it ligoo,  andmartyr ed out taugo see t.

    But, except ting do, and tues willrecall ory.

    ell! I e it, not for ot for myself! t,at t of ts itself and assumes a moredignified attitude: in tself raisedand ennobled by tion of a good mans life!

    A ray of ts up ttle table on  of tte, and t my terings. ts proper place amid thefragrance.