another book, he opened it at a place where an oak-leaf lay, and, handing it to her, said, as if presenting something very excellent and precious,—
"If you want to be ready to take whatever comes in a brave and noble way, read that, and the one where the page is turned down."
Rose took it, saw the words "Self-Reliance," and, turning the leaves, read here and there a passage which was marked:—
"'My life is for itself, and not for a spectacle.'
"'Insist on yourself: never imitate. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him.'
"'Do that which is assigned to you, and you cannot hope or dare too much.'"
Then coming to the folded leaf, whose title was "Heroism," she read, and brightened as she read,—
"'Let the maiden, with erect soul, walk serenely on her way; accept the hint of each new experience; search in turn all the objects that solicit her eye, that she may learn the power and the charm of her newborn being.'
"'The fair girl who repels interference by a decided and proud choice of influences inspires every beholder with something of her own nobleness; and the silent heart encourages her. O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.'"
"You understand that, don't you?" asked Mac, as she glanced up with the look of one who had found something suited to her taste and need.
