When the heart speaks, no matter how simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.
I just want to say: I thank you, my dear students, who are at work conscientiously and assiduously, for the good you are doing. I am grateful to you for giving the sick relief from pain, for giving joy to the suffering and hope to the disconsolate, for lifting the fallen and strengthening the weak, and encouraging the heart grown faint with hope deferred. We are made glad by the Divine love which looseth the chains of sickness and sin, opening the prison doors to such as are bound; and we should be more grateful than words can express, even through this white-winged messenger, our Journal.
With all the homage beneath the skies, yet were our burdens heavy, but for the Christ-love that makes them light, and renders the yoke easy. Having his word, you have little need of words of approval and encouragement from me. Perhaps it is even selfish in me to sometimes relieve my heart of its secrets, because I take so much pleasure in so doing; but if my motives are sinister they will harm myself only, and I shall have the unselfish joy of knowing the wrong motives are not yours, to react on yourselves.
