"But I cannot look along the way that lies before me without a shudder.

The path is too difficult." "You will surely receive strength." "I would rather die!" A slight convulsion ran through her frame.
"Don't look into the future, dear young friend! Only to-day's duties are required; and strength ever comes with the duty." "Not even God can give strength for mine," said Mrs.Dexter, almost wildly.
"Hush! hush! the thought is impious!" Mrs.De Lisle spoke in warning tones.
"Not impious, but true.

God did not lay these heavy burdens on me.
My own hands placed them there.

If I drag a pillar down upon myself, will God make my bones iron so that they shall not be broken?
No, Mrs.De Lisle; there is only one hope for me, and that is in death; and I pray for it daily." "You state the case too strongly," said Mrs.De Lisle.

"God provides as well as provides.