WHEN you are forgotten, or neglected, or purposely set at naught, and you smile inwardly, glorying in the insult or oversight,—that is victory. When your good is evil spoken of; when your wishes are crossed, your taste is offended, your advice disregarded, your opinions are ridiculed, and you take it all in patient, loving silence,—that is victory. When you are content with simple food, plain raiment, any climate, any solitude, any interruption,—that is victory. When you can bear any discord, any annoyance, any irregularity or unpunctuality (of which you are not the cause),—that is victory. When you can stand face to face with such folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility, contradiction of sinners, persecution, and endure it all as Jesus endured it,—that is victory. When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation, nor to seek after commendation, when you can truly “love to be unknown,”—that is victory.—Selected.