It is a blessed thing to cheer one sorrowing heart, to soothe one pain, to dry one tear; but thrice-blessed is he whose lot it is to comfort and be "a succorer of many." Who would not rather, like Mary, have laved the weary feet of Jesus than have offered wine from a golden chalice to the proud Herod on his throne? Who would not rather have sheltered his homeless head in that lowly cot of Bethany than have entertained an earthly prince? Who would not crave the place of those meek women who pressed with tearful eyes and throbbing hearts around the cross, in preference to them who nailed him there? Next to placing the cup of cold water to his parching lips, is the honor of giving it to those of his children, who, like him, are bearing the burdens of others.