'Tis the little lifts which help us over stones in our pathway through life.

We think our cross the heaviest when, did we but know the weight of others, we'd not willingly exchange; and remember Mary, 'there are no crown-bearers in Heaven that were not cross-bearers below.' Have you ever read the poem, 'The Changed Cross ?' No?
Well, I will give it to you to copy in your book of recipes.

Should you ever, in future years, feel your cross too heavy to bear, read the poem.

How many brave, cheery little women greet us with a smile as they pass.

But little do we or any one realize that instead of a song in their hearts the smiles on their lips conceal troubles the world does not suspect, seeking to forget their own sorrows while doing kindly acts for others.