We can plant or weed up, in the garden of our minds, whatever we will; we can "have it sterile with idleness," or fertilize it with industry, and it must ever be remembered that the more fertile the soil the more evil weeds will grow apace if we water and tend them.

Our jealous worries are the poisonous weeds of life's garden and should be rooted out instanter, and kept out, until not a sign of them can again be found.
Solomon sang that "jealousy is as cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame." What a graphic picture of worry--a fire of vehement flame, burning, scorching, destroying peace, happiness, content, joy and reducing them to ashes.
In my travel and observation I have found a vast amount of jealous worry in institutions of one kind and another--such as the Indian Service, in reform schools, in humane societies, in hospitals, among the nurses, etc.

It seems to be one of the misfortunes of weak human nature when men and women associate themselves together to do some work which ought to call out all the nobleness, the magnanimity, the godlike qualities of their souls, they become maggoty with jealous worries--worry that they are not accorded the honor that is their due; worry that _their_ work is not properly appreciated; worry lest someone else becomes a favorite of the Superintendent, etc., etc., etc., _ad libitum_.

Worries of this nature in every case, are a proof of small, or undeveloped, natures.

No truly great man or woman can be jealous.