"But my health is not delicate, mother."
"You certainly look pale and thin."
"Oh, well," I said, whereupon she fell to giving me all sorts of advice about getting up on step-ladders, and climbing on chairs, and sewing too much and all that.
JUNE 15.-The weather, or something, makes me rather languid and stupid. I begin to think that Martha is not an entire nuisance in the house. I have just been to see Mrs. Campbell. In answer to my routine of lamentations, she took up a book and read me what was called, as nearly as I can remember, "Four steps that lead to peace."
"Be desirous of doing the will of another rather than thine own."
"Choose always to have less, rather than more."
"Seek always the lowest place, and to be inferior to every one."
"Wish always, and pray, that the will of God may be wholly fulfilled in thee."
I was much struck with these directions; but I said, despondently:
"If peace can only be found at the end of such hard roads, I am sure
I shall always be miserable."