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ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.' 67

‘*No, thank yo’ said the good man, who
at the very moment was pondering oyer the art
of self-deception, as practised by ourselves upon
ourselves. ‘‘ No, thank you; but do, my dear
madam, imbue those children with a contented
spirit; there is nothing that keeps us so ae
at peace with the world as contentment—or wi
ourselves, for it teaches peace—or with a Higher
Power, for it is insulting to His wisdom and love
to go on repining through this beautiful world,
instead of enjoying what as Christians ‘we can
enjoy, and regarding without envy that which
we have not.” .
'. “Exactly so, good sir. ‘ Be content,’ I said
to Helen only this very morning—‘ be content,
my.dear, with your pink gingham; who knows

‘but by and by you may have a silk dress for
Sundays?’”

‘‘ Ah, my dear Mrs. Myles, you are sowing
bad seed,” said the clergyman.

‘“* Whaty sir, when I told her to be content
with the little pink gingham 2?”

‘* No; but when you told her she might have
a silk one hereafter. Don’t you see, instead of
uprooting you were fostering pride 1—instead
of directing her ambition to a noble object, and
thereby elevating her mind, you were lowering
it by drawing it down to an inferior one?”

‘I did not see it,” observed Mrs. Myles,
simply; ‘* but you know, sir, there’s no more
harm ina me a cotton.” ai