We ought not to expend all our keen-sightedness in discovering our neighbour’s litle faults. By some strange perverseness in human nature, we have far keener eyes for flaws and blemishes in others than for the lovely things that are in them. Not many of us go about talking to every one we meet about our neighbour's good points, and praising the lovely things in him. Not a few of us, however, can tell of an indefinite number of faults in many of our neighbours. Would it not be well to change this, and begin gossiping about the good and beautiful things in others?