Gradually the contraction of his brow grew less severe, and, in a little while, he had forgotten his pain.
"I will be more patient," said he, in a calm voice, after he had read for a long time with a deep interest.

"There are many with pain worse than mine to bear, who have none of the comforts and blessings so freely scattered along my way through life." And then he gave directions to have relief sent to one and another whom he now remembered to be in need.
"It is a good work that prompts to good in others," said the old man.

"What if it be dull and tame--commonplace to the few--it is a good gift to the world, and thousands will bless the giver.

Look again!" An angry mother, impatient and fretted by the conduct of a froward child, had driven her boy from her presence, when, if she had controlled her own feelings, she might have drawn him to her side and subdued him by the power of affection.

She was unhappy, and her boy had received an injury.
The mother was alone.