A certain man at one time, unknown to himself, had a piece of garlic about his clothes. Wherever he went he smelt garlic.
“Everybody,” said he, “seems to have been near garlic.”
At length, to his disgust, he found out that he himself was guilty of the obnoxious odor; in the folds of his garments was the cause of his complaints!
Now, I do not mean that you carry real garlic about with you, gentle reader; yet be sure of this, if you find everything and everybody wrong, your brethren all wrong, and the prayers all wrong, then carefully look over your own garments, as it were, for, as sure as you are reading these lines, the garlic is there. He who grumbles at everyone has in himself the cause of discontent.