She has heard her baby's first cry, and whether it be her first or her tenth, the feeling is the same. Her feeble, outstretched arms and her hollow, loving eyes are turned toward the helpless little creature.
Those arms and that love will never desert it as long as the mother shall live.
The mother's weak hand supports the heavy, dull baby head and guides it to its rest on her breast.
And that hand which supports the head of the new-born baby, the mother's hand, supports the civilization of the world.
THE STORY OF THE COMPLAINING DIAMOND
The Rev. David James Burrell, in "A Quiver of Arrows," presents a very interesting parable on the benefit of trials.
Here is the parable:
Trials are profitable.
The rough diamond cried out under the blow of the lapidary:
"I am content; let me alone."
But the artisan said, as he struck another blow: