ding enmity here was one who loved him.While other hands were weaving a crown of thorns for his brow, to be put on him five dayshence, and others still were forging cruel nailsto drive through his feet, Mary's hands werepouring ointment on his head and bathing hisfeet with the nard. Who will say that Mary'sact did no good ? We cannot know how hersweet, pure, loyal love blessed that holy life inits anguish. It seemed a little thing, but littlething though it was, it gave the heart of Jesusa thrill of joy that made him stronger for all thedark, terrible days that followed, and for thatblackest, terriblest day of all, when he hung onthe cross.Call nothing little which gives comfort,strength, courage or cheer to a manly heart.A kindly hand-shake, when despair was wrap-ping a soul in folds of gloom, and driving it tomadness, saved a life from suicide. A sympa-thetic word, when one was about to yield to atemptation which would have left shame, dis-honor and ruin, rescued a soul and saved it for204Faithfulnesspurity, beauty and heaven. We do not knowwhat is little. What seems so small to us as tobe almost insignificant, may have infinite andeternal consequences, when all its harvest of results are gathered up in the judgment. " Shehath done what she could." That was blessedpraise for Mary. That is all Christ asks of anyof us — just the best we can do. He never asksanything we cannot do.