THE NORTHOROET LILIES.

 perplexities, she took courage, and her last thought
 that night was one nearly new to her-" I will trust,
 and not be afraid."
 And downstairs in the study the hard-worked
 clergyman was reproaching himself bitterly for so
 often neglecting to practise the lesson he had been
 endeavouring to teach his daughter. Truly, with such
 a parish, added to the care of his motherless children,
 his task was not an easy one. It did not affect him as
 it did Mary, for outwardly he was patient and gentle
 always; but he asked himself now, How much more
 at leisure to help and comfort others his heart would be
 if he trusted more in God's unfailing power and love,
 and asked less frequently, in despondency of spirit,
 "Who is sufficient for these things?"
 There came to him presently-like the melody of
 a song of which we cannot recollect the words-a
 remembrance which could not satisfy him until he had
 sought out verses whose beauty he knew, and when
 he had found them he turned them into a prayer:--
 0 Lord, how happy should we be We cannot trust Thee as we should;
 If we could cast our care on Sochafesweaknature'srestless mood
 Thee, To cast its peace away;
 If we from self could rest; But birds and flowerets round us
And feel at heart that One above, preach,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, All, all the present evil teach
 Is working for the best. Sufficient for the day.
How far from this our daily life, Lord, make these faithless hearts
How oft disturbed by anxious of ours [flowers;
 strife, Such lessons learn from birds and
 By sudden wild alarms; Make them from self to cease;
Oh, could we but relinquish all Leave all things to a Father's will
Our earthly props, and simply fall And taste, before Him lying still,
 On thine Almighty arms! E'en in affliction peace.
And then an answer came into his mind-an inbreathing
of strength from the Great Comforter himself-" Our
sufficiency is of God."