THE NORTIHOROFT LILIES.

how the rain falls. We may go into science, and learn
a great deal; but, with all the knowledge it gives us,
everything is a mystery still. Only this we do know,
our loving Father rules the world, and we know 'His
way is perfect:' 'He hath done all things well.' "
 Mary knew her father had had much experience in
sorrow, and did not think lightly of the burdens she
spoke of. Presently she said, "But all one's life
seems a burden, papa; and just think what has to be
gone through before the end-the threescore years
and ten, if we should live so long! I think I should
be glad to get over it without going through it."
 Mr. Brooke opened a Bible which lay before him,
and read, Take no thought for the morrow."
 "Yes, papa, I know it."
 "But you don'b practise it, Mary."
 There was silence then for awhile. Mr. Brooke
laid his hand fondly on his daughter's bowed head,
and when he spoke again it was to read, Casting all
your care upon Him, for He careth for you."
 But, papa, all one's care! Is it right, can it be
reverent, to bring to God every little thing that trou-
bles one ? A great affliction I can understand praying
to be resigned under; but all these little worries! oh,
papa, why I would not even trouble you with them."
 And yet the little worries make up a considerable
sum; and how are we to meet great trials if we do not
turn the little ones to account ?"
 Mary was still unconvinced, and said so presently.
 Mr. Brooke quoted again, "In everything, by prayer
and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests
be made known unto God; and the peace of God, which
passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and
minds through Christ Jesus." "You see, my child,
the peace comes after we cast off the burden: now we