and on our observance of them depends our eternal happiness or misery. Since the sin of our first parents, life is less an enjoyment than an expiation. That seems hard to us; our feelings revolt against the idea, but we cannot help ourselves. It is a religious truth which we cannot deny: life is an expiation, a trial, and a cross; in a word, it is an apostolate. The soul that believes, wishes to impart this precious gift of faith to those that have not yet been thus enlightened. Nothing costs her