We are apt to grow weary of this unending struggle, and to become discouraged, because there is neither rest nor abatement in it.
But here again we learn that it is out of just such struggles that we must get the nobleness and beauty of character after which we are striving.

One of the old Scotch martyrs had on his crest the motto, _Sub pondere cresco_ ("I grow under a weight").

On the crest was a palm-tree, with weights depending from its fronds.

In spite of the weights the tree was straight as an arrow, lifting its crown of graceful foliage high up in the serene air.

It is well known that the palm grows best loaded down with weights.