There are sorrows that hang no crape on the door-bell, and wear no black, and bow no shutters, and drop no tears that men can see, and can get no sympathy save that of Christ and perhaps a closest human brother. If you knew the inner life of many of the people you work with and do business with and meet socially in the common days, you would be very gentle with them; you would excuse their peculiarities, their absentmindedness, their seeming thoughtlessness at times. Grief makes life hard for very many people. It is a wonder they can be as genial and loving as they are, in view of the burdens that crush them.