UPON VANITY.

It is a vanity of the understanding to think ourselves more than we really

are; but it is a far more dangerous vanity of the will to aspire to a

condition higher than our own, and to persuade ourselves that we are

deserving of it. He who thinks himself to be more than he is has in his

mind some picture of content and satisfaction, and consequently some sort

of tranquillity like one who finds his peace and repose in his riches.

But he who aspires to a condition more exalted than his own is in a

constant state of disquietude, like the needle of the compass which

trembles incessantly until it points to the north. An ancient proverb makes

the happiness of this life to consist in wishing to be what we are and

nothing more.

_Quod sis esse velis, nihilque malis._

Blessed Francis who, in his own opinion, had already risen too high in

the hierarchy of the Church, turned his thoughts rather to giving up his

dignities than to seeking promotion. He looked forward to the calm retreat

of solitude rather than the dignity of illustrious offices.

He was even apprehensive of the high esteem in which he knew that he

was held, dreading lest he should be less the servant of God for thus

delighting men.

On one occasion some worthy soul having warned him to keep humble amid

the praises and acclamations bestowed on him, he answered: "You please me

greatly by recommending holy humility to me, for, do you know, when the

wind gets imprisoned in our valleys, among our mountains, even the little

flowers are beaten down and the trees are uprooted. I am situated rather

high up and, in my post of Bishop, am tossed about most of all. O Lord!

save us: command these winds of vanity to cease to blow and there will be a

great calm. Stand firm, O my soul, and clasp very tightly the foot of our

Saviour's holy Cross: the rain which falls there in plenteous showers on

all sides stills the wind, however violent it may be.

"When I am there, O my God, as I sometimes am, how sheltered is my soul,

and how refreshed by that crimson dew! but no sooner have I moved a single

step away than the wind again takes me off my feet!"

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