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Title: Life and Literature

Author: John Purver Richardson

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Copyright 1910






Good sir, or madam, whosoever thou mayest be, to whom this volume shall come, cast it not aside, but read it. Its quaint, curious, and helpful selections have been gathered through many years of careful research on both sides of the Atlantic. They will make thee wiser and better, and will conduce to the growth of thy mind, and the health of thy body. Let this book be to thee a magazine of literary food, of which thou shalt partake, and which thou shalt assimilate and digest to the constant increase of thy well being.

The gathering of this bouquet of literary gems has been a work of pleasure, but the compiler shall say nothing of himself for, "the least that one can say of himself is still too much."









"To mine own People: meaning those within
The magic ring of home—my kith and kin;
And those with whom my soul delights to dwell—
Who walk with me as friends, and wish me well;
And lastly, those—a large unnumbered band,
Unknown to me—who read and understand."



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Life and Literature



Abilities—No man's abilities are so remarkably shining, as not to stand in need of a proper opportunity, a patron, and even the praises of a friend, to recommend them to the notice of the world.



Absence, with all its pains,
Is by this charming moment wip'd away.


Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.



It is told of Admiral Collingwood that on his travels he carried a bag of acorns, and dropped one wherever there seemed a likely spot for an oak to grow, that England might never lack ships.

English Newspaper.


Acquaintances—It is easy to make acquaintances, but sometimes difficult to shake them off, however irksome and unprofitable they are found, after we have once committed ourselves to them.



Acquaintance softens prejudices.


Many persons I once thought great, dwindle into very small dimensions, on a short acquaintance.



Speak out in acts, the time for words
Has passed, and deeds alone suffice.



All may do what has by Man been done.



An act, by which we make one friend, and one enemy, is a losing game; because revenge is a much stronger principle than gratitude.


All the world practices the art of acting.

Petronius Arbiter.


Do what you can, when you cannot do what you would.


A good action performed in this world receives its recompense in the other, just as water poured at the root of a tree appears again above in fruit and flower.



If the world were to see our real motives, we should be ashamed of some of our best actions.


Our actions are our own; their consequences belong to Heaven.



What thou intendest to do, speak not of, before thou doest it.


There is as much eloquence in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the air of a speaker, as in his choice of words.



Actions—What I must do, is all that concerns me, and not what people think.



An actor, when asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury why actors were more successful in impressing their auditors than preachers, replied, "Actors speak of things imaginary as if they were real, while you preachers too often speak of things real as if they were imaginary."



She gazed as I slowly withdrew;
My path I could hardly discern;
So sweetly she bade me "adieu,"
I thought that she bade me return.

W. Shenstone.



Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.



Adversity does not take from us our true friends; it only disperses those who pretended to be so.


Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant.



He who never was acquainted with adversity, has seen the world but on one side, and is ignorant of half the scenes of nature.


In prosperity the proud man knows nobody; in adversity nobody knows him.

From Scottish-American.


The finest friendships have been formed in mutual adversity.



It is a disingenuous thing to ask for advice, when you mean assistance; and it will be a just punishment if you get that which you pretended to want.

Sir A. Helps.



Before giving advice we must have secured its acceptance, or rather, have made it desired.



There is nothing more difficult than the art of making advice agreeable.


Every man, however wise, sometimes requires the advice of a friend in the affairs of life.



He who gives advice to a self-conceited man, stands himself in need of counsel.


Pouring water on a duck's back. (Fruitless counsel or advice).



Most people, when they come to you for advice, come to have their own opinions strengthened, not corrected.



In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
What! Will a man play tricks, will he indulge
A silly fond conceit of his fair form
[12]And just proportion, fashionable mien,
And pretty face, in presence of his God?
Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes,
As with the diamond on his lily hand,
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes
When I am hungry for the bread of life?
He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames
His noble office, and, instead of truth,
Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock.



The Cure of Affectation—Is to follow nature. If every one would do this, affectation would be almost unknown.

J. Beaumont.


Affectation of any kind, is lighting up a candle to our defects.



Affectation is the vain and ridiculous attempt of poverty to appear rich.



How sad to notice in one—changed affections,
A cold averted eye.




Be still, sad heart, and cease repining,
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall—,
Some days must be dark and dreary.




Affliction—For every sort of suffering there is sleep provided by a gracious Providence, save that of sin.

J. Wilson.


Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!



Affronts—Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts; old age is slow in both.



Old age is a joy, when youth has been well spent.



Six years had passed, and forty ere the six,
When time began to play his usual tricks;
The locks once comely in a virgin's sight,
Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white;
The blood, once fervid, now to cool began,
And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man.
I rode or walked as I was wont before,
But now the bounding spirit was no more;
A moderate pace would now my body heat,
A walk of moderate length distress my feet.
I showed my stranger guest those hills sublime,
But said, "The view is poor, we need not climb."
At a friend's mansion I began to dread
The cold neat parlor and gay glazed bed;
At home I felt a more decided taste,
[14]And must have all things in my order placed.
I ceased to hunt; my horses pleased me less—
My dinner more; I learned to play at chess.
I took my dog and gun, but saw the brute
Was disappointed that I did not shoot.
My morning walks I now could bear to lose,
And blessed the shower that gave me not to choose.
In fact, I felt a languor stealing on;
The active arm, the agile hand, were gone;
Small daily actions into habits grew,
And new dislike to forms and fashions new.
I loved my trees in order to dispose;
I numbered peaches, looked how stocks arose;
Told the same story oft—in short, began to prose.

George Crabbe.


Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.

G. W. Curtis.


Men are as old as they feel, and women as they look.



May you all be as old as I,
And see your sons to manhood grow;
And many a time before you die,
Be just as pleased as I am now.



Old age and faded flowers, no remedies can revive.



'Twas impious then (so much was age rever'd)
For youth to keep their seats when an old man appear'd.



Goethe said: "It is only necessary to grow old to become more indulgent. I see no fault committed that I have not committed myself."


The young are fond of novelty,
The old of custom.


Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run—
Let such in peace depart!


Elderly people look back upon the friends, relatives and acquaintances of thirty, forty or fifty years ago, and say, "There are no friends now-a-days like the old friends of long ago." It is natural for them to think this way, particularly when most of the old friends are dead; but the fact is, that there are friends as true now as ever.


These are the effects of doting age,
Vain doubts, and idle cares, and over-caution.



Do you seek Alcides' equal? There is none but himself.




"When I look at my congregation," said a London preacher, "I say, 'Where are the poor?' When I count the offertory in the vestry I say, 'Where are the rich?'"




At table, discussing with some friends the subject of raffles, Bishop Wescott said that he objected to them as part of the gambling question, and also on wider grounds. He objected to all the "side means" which were sometimes combined with sales of work for "getting money out of people." Such money, he thought, as distinct from that which is given, was not wanted nor acceptable.

The Contemporary Review.


What stamps the wrinkles deepest on the brow,
It is to be alone, as I am now!


The following Hawaiian alphabet, consisting of twelve letters, was in use, and had been for something like a hundred years, when the compiler visited the Islands in 1886. It was given to the Hawaiians by the missionaries, viz.:

a, e, i, o, u, h, k, l, m, n, p, w.



A slave has but one master; the ambitious man has as many masters as there are persons whose aid may contribute to the advancement of his fortune.

La Bruyere.


How easy it is to be amiable in the midst of happiness and success!

Madame Swetchine.


The sea of ambition is tempest—tost,
And your hopes may vanish like—foam.



To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition.


Amusements—The mind ought sometimes to be amused, that it may the better return to thought, and to itself.



Thy father's merit sets thee up to view,
And shows thee in the fairest point of light,
To make thy virtues, or thy faults conspicuous.




"Of all the notable things on earth,
The queerest one is pride of birth."

A few years ago a well-known Bostonian, the descendant of an honored family, began the ancestral quest with expert assistance. All went merry as a marriage bell for a time, when suddenly he unearthed an unsavory scandal that concerned one of his progenitors. Feeling a responsibility for the misdeeds of his great-grandfather, he ordered all investigation stopped, and the disagreeable data destroyed; but he had delved too far. His genealogist had told a friend, and the secret was out beyond recall.

D. O. S. Lowell.



Were honor to be scann'd by long descent
From ancestors illustrious, I could vaunt
A lineage of the greatest; and recount,
Among my fathers, names of ancient story,
[18]Heroes and god-like patriots, who subdu'd
The world by arms and virtue.
But that be their own praise;
Nor will I borrow merit from the dead,
Myself an undeserver.



He who constantly boasts of his ancestors, confesses that he has no virtue of his own.



Never mind who was your grandfather. What are you?


A good man's anger lasts an instant,
A meddling man's for two hours,
A base man's a day and night,
A great sinner's until death.



Have nothing to do with men in a passion, for they are not like iron, to be wrought on when they are hot.


Anger generally begins with folly, and ends with repentance.



He who subdues his anger, conquers his greatest enemy.


A fit of anger is as fatal to dignity as a dose of arsenic to life.

J. G. Holland.



It is much better to reprove, than to be angry secretly.


Catch not too soon at an offence, nor give too easy way to anger; the one shows a weak judgment, the other a perverse nature.


He who can suppress a moment's anger, may prevent a day of sorrows.


Nothing can be more unjust, or ridiculous, than to be angry with others because they are not of our opinion.


When a man grows angry, his reason flies out.



Animals are such agreeable friends—they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

George Eliot.



The daughter of an army officer, whose life had been spent in the far west, told the following anecdote: "Indians, when they accept Christianity, very often hold its truths with peculiar simplicity.

"There was near our fort an old chief called Tassorah. One day, when I was an impulsive girl, I was in a rage at my pony, and dismounting, beat him severely. The old man stood by, silent for a moment.

[20] "'What words have I heard from Jesus?' he said, sternly. 'If you love not your brother whom you have seen, how can you love God whom you have not seen?'

"'This horse is not my brother!' I said scornfully.

"The old man laid his hand on the brute's head and turned it toward me. The eyes were full of terror.

"'Is not God his creator? Must He not care for him?' he said. 'Not a sparrow falls to the ground without His notice.'

"I never forgot the lesson. It flashed on me then for the first time that the dog that ran beside me, the birds, the very worms were His, and I, too, was one of His great family."


Kindness to animals is no unworthy exercise of benevolence. We hold that the life of brutes perishes with their breath, and that they are never to be clothed again with consciousness. The inevitable shortness then of their existence should plead for them touchingly. The insects on the surface of the water, poor ephemeral things, who would needlessly abridge their dancing pleasure of to-day? Such feelings we should have towards the whole animate creation.

Sir Arthur Helps.



(The first half of each stanza should be subdued; the last half confident and full of assurance.)

The way is dark, my Father! Cloud on cloud
Is gathering thickly o'er my head, and loud
The thunders roar above me. See, I stand
Like one bewildered! Father, take my hand,
And through the gloom
Lead safely home
Thy child!
[21] The way is dark, my child! But leads to light.
I would not always have thee walk by sight.
My dealings now thou canst not understand.
I meant it so; but I will take thy hand,
And through the gloom
Lead safely home
My child!
The day goes fast, my Father! And the night
Is growing darkly down. My faithless sight
Sees ghostly visions. Fears, a spectral band,
Encompass me. O Father! Take my hand,
And from the night
Lead up to light
Thy child!
The day goes fast, my child! But is the night
Darker to me than Day? In me is light!
Keep close to me, and every spectral band
Of fears shall vanish. I will take thy hand,
And through the night
Lead up to light
My child!
The way is long, my Father! And my soul
Longs for the rest and quiet of the goal;
While yet I journey through this weary land,
Keep me from wandering. Father, take my hand;
Quickly and straight
Lead to Heaven's gate
Thy child!
The way is long, my child! But it shall be
Not one step longer than is best for thee;
And thou shalt know, at last, when thou shalt stand
Safe at the goal, how I did take thy hand,
And quick and straight
Lead to Heaven's gate
My child!
[22] The path is rough, my Father! Many a thorn
Has pierced me; and my weary feet, all torn
And bleeding, mark the way. Yet Thy command
Bids me press forward. Father, take my hand;
Then, safe and blest,
Lead up to rest
Thy child!
The path is rough, my child! But oh! how sweet
Will be the rest, for weary pilgrims meet,
When thou shalt reach the borders of that land
To which I lead thee, as I take thy hand;
And safe and blest
With me shall rest
My child!
The throng is great, my Father! Many a doubt,
And fear and danger, compass me about;
And foes oppress me sore. I can not stand
Or go alone. O Father! take my hand,
And through the throng
Lead safe along
Thy child!
The throng is great, my child! But at thy side
Thy Father walks; then be not terrified,
For I am with thee; will thy foes command
To let thee freely pass;—will take thy hand,
And through the throng
Lead safe along
My child!
The cross is heavy, Father! I have borne
It long, and still do bear it. Let my worn
And fainting spirit rise to that blest land
Where crowns are given. Father, take my hand;
And reaching down
Lead to the crown
Thy child!
[23] The cross is heavy, child! Yet there was One
Who bore a heavier cross for thee; my Son,
My well-beloved. For Him bear thine; and stand
With Him at last; and from thy Father's hand,
Thy cross laid down,
Receive a crown,
My child!

Henry N. Cobb.


Anxiety is the poison of human life.


Beware, as long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.

La Fontaine.


Appearance—Thou art after all what thou art. Deck thyself in a wig with a thousand locks; ensconce thy legs in buskins an ell high; thou still remainest just what thou art.



A man's reception depends very much upon his coat.



Sometimes our estimate of men and women
On short acquaintance is very much at fault.

A gentleman and his wife—Pierrepont by name—passengers on one of the great Atlantic steamers, not knowing any of the other passengers, kept very much to themselves; he usually reading aloud to his wife, and she occupied in some needle work; for this, they were commented upon, [24]and not very favorably, and generally were called the "stupid couple." Little did these same passengers know the true character of that gentleman and lady. An incident that occurred on board soon proved the bravery and heroism of the one, and the gentleness and self-sacrifice of the other. The captain had with him his only son, a boy of some eight summers, a great favorite of all on board from fore to aft. The little fellow, climbing on the side of the ship, somehow fell overboard. The lady happening to be on the other side of the deck, saw the child climb up, and immediately missed him. She quickly laid her hand on her husband's shoulder, looking in his eyes, and cried out, "Oh, save the boy, he has fallen overboard." In one moment he was on his feet, kicked off his canvas shoes, threw his hat on the deck, and turning his face toward the bridge, where he knew some of the ship's officers were always stationed, he called out in a voice which rang like a trumpet call over the ship, "Man overboard." Then, with a quick run and leap, he cleared the rail, and the broken twisting water of the ship's track had closed over him. He was on the surface again in a moment, and taking a glance back at the ship to know his position, stretched out into a long steady stroke in the direction where he knew the child was.

Instantly the captain's hand was on the engine-room telegraph, and down into the depths of the ship went the signals. First to "stop," and the tremor all over the ship ceased. The bell rang again, and the index moved to "astern-slow;" then in a minute or two, to, "half;" then he called out to the second officer—"Man overboard! Stand by to lower away the gig," which was quickly obeyed, and four hands, a coxswain, and a man for the boat's bow were instantly off and rowed fiercely.

[25] In a little while Mrs. Pierrepont—who was on the bridge with Captain Hood—said, "Do you see them; are they together?"

"Yes," replied the captain, "I believe they are." But his voice was now broken, and he took hold of Mrs. Pierrepont's hand. "I have watched my child from here with the glass, till at last he floated so low that I could scarcely see him, and just as he seemed sinking your husband dashed across the spot where he was, and I saw by a wave of his hand towards the ship that he caught him. He is now waiting for the boat."

It was getting dark when they returned. The child, who was shivering, was immediately carried away to have a warm bath, and a little later was in the saloon with dry clothes on, as merry as if nothing had happened.

When Pierrepont stepped on the deck, a rush was made at him, and both hands were shaken till he thought his arms would be pulled off.

The captain said all he had to say in a very few words, and with a hand-grasp which said more than words.


A man to whom God hath given riches, wealth, and honor, so that he wanteth nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but a stranger eateth it.

—Eccles. 6, 2v.; Saint Luke 12, 20v.


To love applause is praiseworthy; to seek it is weakness.


Eat an apple on going to bed, and you will very soon send the Doctor begging his bread.



Appointments may be given,
Not the capacity to fill them well.


Dr. Johnson to Boswell—"If general approbation will add anything to your enjoyment, I can tell you that I have heard you mentioned, as a man whom everybody likes. I think life has little more to give."


If you arbitrate a dispute between two of your friends, you are sure to make an enemy; if you arbitrate between two of your enemies, you are sure to make a friend.

Bias, a Greek.


Never contend with one that is foolish, proud, positive, testy; or with a superior, or a clown, in matter of argument.



Those who are constrained to solicit for assistance are really to be pitied; those who receive it without, are to be envied; but those who bestow it unasked, are to be admired.


Associates—A man should live with his superiors as he does with his fire; not too near, lest he burn; nor too far off, lest he freeze.



If you always live with those who are lame, you will yourself learn to limp.




Never forget that if you are not interesting your audience, you are fatiguing it.




The beautiful are never desolate,
For some one always loves them.


Beauty of face is but a fleeting dower,
A momentary gleam, a short-lived flower,
A charm that goes no deeper than the skin;
Beauty of mind is firm enthroned within.


There is the beauty of infancy, the beauty of youth, the beauty of maturity, and, believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the beauty of age.


Beauty with selfishness, is a flower without perfume.


What is beauty?

'Tis the stainless soul within
That outshines the fairest skin.

Sir A. Hunt.




Fragile is beauty: with advancing years
'Tis less and less, and, last, it disappears.
Your hair too, fair one, will turn grey and thin;
And wrinkles furrow that now rounded skin;
Then brace the mind and thus beauty fortify,
The mind alone is yours, until you die.


Beauty without kindness dies unenjoyed and undelighting.



O bed! Delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head!


Generally men are ready to believe what they desire.



The kindest benefactors have no recollection of the good they do, and are surprised when men thank them for it.


A beneficent person is like a fountain watering the earth, and spreading fertility; it is, therefore, more delightful and more honorable to give than receive.



There is no benefit so small, that a good man will not magnify it.




To receive a benefit is to sell your liberty.



He who receives a benefit should never forget it; he who bestows one should never remember it.


To act always from pure benevolence is not possible for finite beings. Human benevolence is mingled with vanity, interest, or some other motive.


Bereavement makes the heart tender and sympathetic.


If you wish to become acquainted with your betrothed, travel with him for a few days—especially if he is accompanied with his own folks—and take your mother along.



The Bible is
The Index to Eternity;
He can not miss
Of endless bliss
That takes this chart to steer his voyage by.



The following lines of Sir Walter Scott are said to have been copied in his Bible:

Within this awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries.
[30]Oh! happiest they of human race,
To whom our God has given grace
To hear, to read, to fear, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way;
But better had they ne'er been born
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.


Remember, that in prayer, you are speaking to God; that in reading the Bible, God is speaking to you.



The learned prince of Grenada, heir to the Spanish throne, imprisoned by order of the Crown for fear he would aspire to the throne, was kept in solitary confinement in the old prison at the Palace of Skulls, Madrid. After thirty-three years in this living tomb, death came to his release, and the following remarkable researches, taken from the Bible, and marked with an old nail on the rough walls of his cell, told how the brain sought employment through the weary years.

The 35th verse, 11th chapter of John, is the shortest.

The 9th verse of the 8th chapter of Esther is the longest.

The 8th verse of the 97th Psalm is the middle verse of the Bible.

Each verse in Psalm 136 ends alike.

The 37th chapter of Isaiah and 19th chapter of 2d Kings are alike.

The word "girl" occurs but once in the Bible, and that in Joel, 3d chapter and 3d verse.

The word "Lord" is found 1853 times, the word "Jehovah" 6855 times, the word "reverend" but once, and that in Psalms 111th chapter and 9th verse.

[31] The four most inspiring promises are in John, 14th chapter, 2d verse, 6th chapter and 37th verse; Matthew, 11th chapter and 28th verse, and in Psalms, 37th chapter and 4th verse.

The finest chapter is in Acts, 26th.

Christian Observer.



Who, coming to this sacred book, with a sincere desire to know God's will for the direction of his life, will say that he can not find it? Who, desiring to be instructed in the way of salvation "through faith which is in Christ Jesus," will consult its pages, and say it is not made plain to him? Who, coming to it for equipment of his spiritual life, will say that there are still needs of that life which are left unprovided for? Who, seeking direction in the way of the life everlasting, can doubt that, if he faithfully obeys its teaching, he will reach that goal? The Scripture fulfils the ends for which it was given; no higher proof of its inspiration can be demanded. *  *  *  *  * What the closing verse of the 20th chapter of John's Gospel says of that book: "But these are written, that ye may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing ye may have life through His name," may with equal truth be applied to the Bible as a whole.

James Orr, D. D.,


A Little Bird Told Me—The origin of this phrase is doubtless to be found in Ecclesiastes, x, 20:—For a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.



Old birds are hard to pluck.


A man ashamed of his humble birth is never alone, because all good people are ashamed of him for being ashamed.


Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that riseth with us, our life's star,
Hath elsewhere had its setting,
And cometh from afar.




My birthday!—What a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears!
And now each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.



Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others, can not keep it from themselves.



Boasters—For boasters the world has no use; but it is always on the lookout for men who do things. Solomon said: "Let another man praise thee, and not thine own lips."




Sir Walter Scott, in lending a book one day to a friend, cautioned him to be punctual in returning it. "This is really necessary," said the poet in apology; "for though many of my friends are bad arithmeticians, I observe almost all of them to be good book-keepers."



I lent my love a book one day;
She brought it back; I laid it by:
'Twas little either had to say,—
She was so strange, and I so shy.
But yet we loved indifferent things,—
The sprouting buds, the birds in tune,—
And Time stood still and wreathed his wings
With rosy links from June to June.
For her, what task to dare or do?
What peril tempt? What hardship bear?
But with her—ah! she never knew
My heart, and what was hidden there!
And she with me, so cold and coy,
Seemed like a maid bereft of sense;
But in the crowd, all life and joy,
And full of blushful impudence.
She married,—well, a woman needs
Someone, her life and love to share,—
And little cares sprang up like weeds
And played around her elbow-chair.
[34]Years rolled by—and I, content,
Trimmed my own lamp, and kept it bright,
Till age's touch, my hair besprent
With rays and gleams of silver light.
And then it chanced I took the book
Which she perused in days gone by;
And as I read, such passion shook,
That, I needs must surely cry.
For, here and there, her love was writ,
In old, half-faded pencil-signs,
As if she yielded—bit by bit—
Her heart in dots and underlines.
Ah, silvered fool, too late you look!
I know it; but let me here record
This maxim: Lend no girl a book
Unless you read it afterward!

F. S. Cozzens.


We should make the same use of a book that the bee does of a flower; she steals sweets from it, but does not injure it.



Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep; for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as the latter.



If thou art borrowed by a friend,
Right welcome shall he be,
To read, to study, not to lend,
But to return to me.
[35]Not that imparted knowledge doth
Diminish learning's store;
But books, I find, if often lent,
Return to me no more.




The feeling that books are real friends is constantly present to all who love reading. "I have friends," said Petrarch, "whose society is extremely agreeable to me, they are of all ages, and of every country. They have distinguished themselves both in the cabinet and in the field, and obtained high honors for their knowledge of the sciences. It is easy to gain access to them, for they are always at my service, and I admit them to my company, and dismiss them from it, whenever I please. They are never troublesome, but immediately answer every question I ask them. Some relate to me the events of past ages, while others reveal to me the secrets of Nature. Some teach me how to live, and others how to die. Some, by their vivacity, drive away my cares and exhilarate my spirits; while others give fortitude to my mind, and teach me the important lesson how to deport myself, and to depend wholly on myself. They open to me, in short, the various avenues of all the arts and sciences and upon their information I may safely rely in all emergencies. In return for all their services, they only ask me to accommodate them with a convenient chamber in some corner of my humble habitation where they may repose in peace; for these friends are more delighted by the tranquility of retirement than with the tumults of society."





Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see them as if they were really alive; we are participators in their thoughts; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.



Those who have collected books, and whose good nature has prompted them to accommodate their friends with them, will feel the sting of the answer made by a man of wit to one who lamented the difficulty which he found in persuading his friends to return the volumes that he had lent them:

"Sir," said he, "your acquaintances find, I suppose, that it is much more easy to retain the books themselves, than what is contained in them."


The following gives a pathetic description of a studious boy lingering at a bookstall:

I saw a boy with eager eye
Open a book upon a stall,
And read, as he'd devour it all;
Which, when the stall-man did espy,
Soon to the boy I heard him call,
"You, sir, you never buy a book,
Therefore in one you shall not look."
[37] The boy passed slowly on, and with a sigh
He wished he never had been taught to read,
Then of the old churl's books he should have had no need.

Mary Lamb.


Books that you may carry to the fire, and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all. A man will often look at them, and be tempted to go on, when he would have been frightened at books of a larger size and of a more erudite appearance.

Dr. Johnson.



How foolish is the man who sets up a number of costly volumes, like superfluous furniture, for mere ornament, and is far more careful to keep them from contracting a single spot of ink, than to use them, as the means of instructing his ignorance, and correcting his faults! Better a man without books, than books without a man.



There are two bores in society—the man who knows too much, and the man who knows too little.

London Paper.


Those who would scorn to "accept"—
Borrow, and keep without qualm.


A boy of 17, 18 or 19 has reached an age when he should win his own way, and seek his own sustenance, physical and mental.



"My boy," said a father to his son, "treat everybody with politeness, even those who are rude to you, for remember that you show courtesy to others, not because they are gentlemen, but because you are one."



It is reasonably safe to assume from a story in the New York Tribune that the late Henry Harland, the novelist, was seldom kept after school in his boyhood.

Among Harland's early teachers was a charming young lady, who called him up in class one morning and said to him:

"Henry, name some of the chief beauties of education."

"Schoolmistresses," the boy answered, smiling into his teacher's pretty eyes.

From Youth's Companion.


John Ruskin, in one of his lectures, said: "There is just this difference between the making of a girl's character and a boy's: You may chisel a boy into shape as you would a rock, or hammer him into it, if he be of a better kind, as you would a piece of bronze; but you can not hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does—she will wither without sun; she will decay in her sheath as a narcissus will if you do not give her air enough; she must take her own fair form and way if she take any, and in mind as in body, must have always—

"'Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty.'"

You bring up your girls as if they were meant for sideboard ornaments, and then complain of their frivolity. [39]Give them the same advantages that you give their brothers; teach them, that courage and truth are the pillars of their being.

Again: "The man's work for his own home, is to secure its maintenance, progress, and defence; the woman's to secure its order, comfort, and loveliness.

"What the man is at his own gate, defending it if need be, against insult and spoil, that also, not in a less, but in a more devoted measure, he is to be at the gate of his country, leaving his home, if need be, even to the spoiler, to do his more incumbent work there.

"And in like manner what the woman is to be within her gates, as the centre of order, the balm of distress, and the mirror of beauty, that she is also to be without her gates, where order is more difficult, distress more imminent, loveliness more rare."


You can lead a boy to college, but you can't make him think.



The boy who does not respect parental authority, will very soon be apt to repudiate all law, both civil and ecclesiastical, human and Divine.



"O say! What is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
O, tell your poor blind boy!
[40] You talk of wond'rous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Make it day or night?
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I can not have
My cheer of mind destroy;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy."

Old Magazine.



Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale,
Ah! sure my looks must pity wake,
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy;
But in the Nile's proud fight he died,
And I am now an orphan boy.
Poor foolish child! how pleased was I
When news of Nelson's victory came,
Along the crowded streets to fly,
And see the lighted windows flame!
To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy;
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor orphan boy.
[41] The people's shouts were long and loud,
My mother, shuddering, closed her ears;
"Rejoice! rejoice!" still cried the crowd;
My mother answered with her tears.
"Why are you crying thus," said I,
"While others laugh and shout with joy?"
She kissed me—and with such a sigh!
She called me "her poor orphan boy."

Mrs. Opie.


Emerson said: "Give a boy address and accomplishments, and you give him the mastery of palaces and fortunes wherever he goes; he has not the trouble of earning or owning them; they solicit him to enter and possess."


A great man being asked what boys should learn, he replied, "That which they will use when men."


It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.



Eaten bread is soon forgotten.



Birth is much, but breeding is more.


Good breeding consists in having no particular mark of any profession, but a general elegance of manners.

Dr. Johnson.



Good breeding is the result of much good sense, some good nature, and a little self-denial.


Climate—The climate of Great Britain, as that of no other country in a like latitude, derives its peculiarity from its situation and from the prevailing winds, which are from the southwest, except in the months of April and May. The thermometer for six months in the year averages near 60 degrees, and seldom, if ever, drops below 36 degrees during the remaining six months, thus affording, according to all authorities, one of the healthiest climates in the world.

Students' Reference Work,
Edited by Chandler B. Beach, A. M.


The Nobility of Great Britain—The British nobility is the most enlightened, the best educated, the wisest, and bravest in Europe.


A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity.



When thy brother has lost all that he ever had, and lies languishing, and even gasping under the utmost extremities of poverty and distress, dost thou think to lick him whole again only with thy tongue?



A Saying of Napoleon—Once at St. Helena, when walking with a lady, some servants came along carrying a load. The lady, in an angry tone, ordered them out of the way, [43]on which Napoleon interposed, saying, "Respect the burden, madam." Even the drudgery of the humblest laborer contributes towards the general well-being of society; and it was a wise saying of a Chinese Emperor that, "If there was a man who did not work, or a woman that was idle, somebody must suffer cold or hunger in the Empire."

Dr. H. D. Northrop.


No one knows the weight of another's burden.



The more we help others to bear their burdens, the lighter our own will be.



Burns has been one of the world awakeners. His voice rang out of the stillness, like the clear sweet notes of a bugle horn, and his songs were sung with a nerve and strength of nature that stirred to its depths the popular heart.

Describing Robert Burns' conversational gifts, Mr. Carlyle wrote: "They were the theme of all that ever heard him. All kinds of gifts, from the gracefullest allusions of courtesy to the highest fire of passionate speech, loud floods of mirth, soft wailings of affection, laconic emphasis, clear piercing insight, all were in him."

He awoke the poor and the despised to the dignity of man as man, irrespective of the accidents of poverty or wealth.

"The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the man for a' that."

[44] Thus helping to deliver men from the debasing worship of sordid gold, and of such rank as kings can confer on even the most worthless.

"The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at a' that."

He opened the eyes of the Scottish people, at home and abroad, to the glory of their nation's history, and glowing with the hope of a day—

"When man to man the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that."

He also opened men's eyes to the hatefulness of all shams and hypocrisies; of meanness, selfishness and pride; of all narrowness and greed and cruelty thus—

"Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn."

And again: He opened men's eyes to the cruelty and injustice of harsh judgment, seen oftenest perhaps in people judging, or misjudging others, who have yielded to temptations, or sunk under debasing influences, to which they themselves have never been exposed. Where has Christian charity and kindly consideration for others been more nobly taught than in these lines:

"Who made the heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us;
He knows each chord, its various tone,
Each spring, its various bias.
Then, at the balance, let's be mute,
We never can adjust it;
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted."

[45] He opened many eyes when he wrote the following:

"O, wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
And foolish notion;
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And even Devotion!"


We all, according as our business prospers or fails, are elated or cast down.


I'll give money to any well deserving friend, but in the matter of business, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.



Sentiment is not now recognized in business affairs.


To business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.



Keep to Your Calling—Bishop Grostest, of Lincoln, told his brother, who asked him to make him a great man: "Brother," said he, "if your plough is broken, I'll pay the mending of it; or if an ox is dead, I'll pay for another; but a ploughman I found you, and a ploughman I'll leave you."




Who, knowing nothing, claim to know it all.
What each intends, or will intend, they know.
What in the queen's ear the king said, they know.
What never was, or is—they know it, though!



The would-be buyer, alas! so often depreciates.


The road to "bye and bye" leads to the town of never.





Do not insult calamity:
It is a barb'rous grossness, to lay on
The weight of scorn, where heavy misery
Too much already weighs men's fortunes down.



I can't, does nothing.
I'll try, effects miracles.
I will, accomplishes everything.



Among the ancient warriors it was a custom, when any one did a meritorious action, to say: "That will be a feather in his cap."



Whom the cap fits, let him wear it.



Capacity without education is deplorable.



As to cards and dice, I think the safest and best way is never to learn to play them, and so be incapacitated for those dangerous temptations and encroaching wasters of time.


Cards were at first for benefits designed,
Sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.


To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back.



Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labour; and so shall thy labour sweeten thy rest.


To win a cat, and lose a cow. (Consequences of litigation).



Deliberate well on what you can do but once.


A life of caution is overpaid by the avoidance of one serious misfortune.



Say not always what you know, but always know what you say.


Never sign a paper you have not read, nor drink water you have not examined.


No two persons are ever more confidential and cordial than when they are censuring a third.


There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.



Excess of ceremony shows want of breeding—that civility is best which excludes all superfluous formality.


The only sure things are those that have already happened.



Dr. Chalmers of Scotland, arrived in London, on the 13th of May, 1817, and on the following day preached in Surrey Chapel, the anniversary sermon for the London Missionary Society. Although the service did not commence till eleven o'clock, at seven in the morning the chapel was crowded to excess, and many thousands went off for want of room. He rose and gave out his text from 1 Cor. xiv, 22-25. He had not proceeded many minutes till his voice gradually expanded in strength and compass, reaching every part of the house and commanding universal [49]attention. His sermon occupied about an hour and a half in the delivery. A gentleman wrote to a friend: "I have just heard and witnessed the most astonishing display of human talent that perhaps ever commanded hearing; all my expectations were overwhelmed in the triumph of it."

At an afternoon service he preached in the Scotch Church, in Swallow Street. On approaching the church, Dr. Chalmers and a friend found so dense a mass within, and before the building, as to give no hope of effecting an entrance by the mere force of ordinary pressure. Lifting his cane and gently tapping the heads of those who were in advance, Dr. Chalmers' friend exclaimed, "Make way there, make way please, for Dr. Chalmers." The sturdy Londoners refused to move, believing it was a ruse. Forced to retire, Dr. Chalmers retreated from the outskirts of the crowd, crossed the street, stood for a few moments gazing on the growing tumult, and had almost resolved altogether to withdraw, as access by any of the ordinary entrances was impossible. At last a plank was projected from one of the windows very near the pulpit, till it rested on an iron palisade, and the Doctor and others gained entrance. The impression produced by the service which followed, when all had at last settled down into stillness, was deeper than that made by any of those which preceded it.

From Memoirs of Thomas Chalmers, LL.D.
By Rev. Wm. Hanna, LL.D.


What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of Heaven and earth could come by chance, when all the skill of art is not able to make an oyster!



Times change, and we change with them.


When you seek to change your condition, be sure that you can better it.



In a village churchyard in England, there is the following epitaph. It is there applied to a husband; but, by altering a single word, it can be made to apply to brother, sister, or comrade; and the one who fulfils all that is implied in the praise, is surely a most admirable character:

"He was—
But words are wanting to say what;
Think what a husband should be.
He was that."


The sun has some spots on his surface, and the best and brightest characters are not without their faults and frailties.


The crown jewel of character is sincerity.


An appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character.

Mrs. Sigourney.




He is not just who doth no wrong, but he
Who will not when he may; not he who, lured
By some poor petty prize, abstains, but he
Who with some mighty treasure in his grasp
May sin securely, yet abhors the sin.
Not he who closely skirts the pale of law,
But he whose generous nature, void of guile—
Would be,
Not seem to be,
The upright man.

Philemon, a Greek.
Translated by Millman.


As daylight can be seen through very small holes, so little things will illustrate a person's character.



Alexander Simpson, the elder brother of Sir James Simpson, watched over the boyhood of the latter with parental care. When the social usages of the town and the prevalent free mode of living presented strong temptations to the boy, Alexander would put his arm round his neck and tenderly warn him: "Others may do this, but it would break a' our hearts and blast a' your prospects were ye to do it." After one such warning, "Jamie was greatly troubled, and cried nearly a' the nicht (night) like to break his heart." He obeyed the warning, and became a celebrated physician in Edinburgh.




Small kindnesses, small courtesies, small considerations, habitually practiced in our social intercourse, give a greater charm to the character than the display of great talents and accomplishments.



Character—After I have named the man, I need say no more.

Pliny the Younger.


Oaths are not the cause why a man is believed, but the character of a man is the cause why the oath is believed.



There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.



He who aspires to public position, offers his character for a football.


No character is more glorious, none deserving of universal admiration and respect, than that of helping those who are in no condition of helping themselves.


Prosperity tries the human heart with the deepest probe, and brings forth the hidden character.




The history of a man is his character.


The firm foot is that which finds firm footing;
The weak falters, although it be standing upon a rock.


To be thoroughly good natured, and yet avoid being imposed upon, shows great strength of character.


The charitable give out at the door, and God puts in at the window.

From the German.



When thy brother has lost all that he ever had, and lies languishing, and even gasping under the utmost extremities of poverty and distress, dost thou think to lick him whole again only with thy tongue?




That charity begins at home is true,
Yet this is rightly understood by few.
But, lest you should not easily discern,
I counsel you, my friends, this lesson learn;
The home of charity is a mind possess'd
Of wishes to relieve whoe'er's distress'd;
In town, or country, or on foreign shore,
She's ne'er from home when pity's at the door.




Be not frightened at the hard words "imposition," "imposture;" give and ask no questions. "Cast thy bread upon the waters." Some have, unawares, entertained angels.



As charity covers a multitude of sins before God, so does politeness before men.

Lord Greville.


Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.



Where there is plenty, charity is a duty, not a courtesy.



We step up, when we stoop down, to help the needy.



Did you ever see the horses taken to water? They rush into some beautiful stream, and drink of it to their heart's content; after which they turn their backs upon it, or stamp in it with their feet, until the water is polluted. This is the price they pay for their refreshing draught. But what, then does the noble river? It immediately floats away the mud, and continues after, as it was before, full and free of access for the same or other thirsty creatures. And so must you also do. If there be a fountain of genuine charity in your heart, it will constantly, and spontaneously overflow, whether those who drink of it are thankful or not. This life is the season for sowing and scattering; we shall reap hereafter.



Give freely to him that deserveth well, and asketh nothing.



I asked for alms!
He flung a coin at me
Not without sense of shame
I stooped and picked it up.
Does this fulfil
The Master's will
To give a cup
Of water in His Name?
I asked for bread!
He handed out to me
A ticket for some food.
It answered to my need.
Was this the way
On that great day
Christ stopped to feed
The hungry multitude?
When we shall wait,
After this mortal strife,
Eternal life,
And to His presence go
As suppliants indeed,
Will it be thus
He will on us
In our great need
His priceless gift bestow?

The Outlook.



It is charity not to excite a hope, when it must end in disappointment.


When you see a man in distress, acknowledge him at once your fellow man. Recollect that he is formed of the same materials, with the same feelings as yourself, and then relieve him as you yourself would wish to be relieved.


Leviticus, xxv, 35.—"And if thy brother be waxen poor, and fallen in decay with thee, then thou shalt relieve him; yea, though he be a stranger, or a sojourner; that he may live with thee."

Mr. H——, an ingenious artist, being driven out of all employment, and reduced to great distress, had no resource to which to apply except that of an elder brother, who was in good circumstances. To him, therefore, he applied, and begged some little hovel to live in, and some small provision for his support. The brother melted into tears, and said, "You, my dear brother! You live in a hovel! You are a man; you are an honor to the family. I am nothing. You shall take this house and the estate, and I will be your guest, if you please." The brothers lived together without its being distinguishable who was proprietor of the estate, till the death of the elder put the artist in possession of it.



They said, "The Master is coming
To honor the town to-day,
And none can tell what house or home
He may choose wherein to stay."
[57] Then straight I turned to toiling,
To make my home more neat;
I swept and polished and garnished,
And decked it with blossoms sweet.
But right in the midst of my duties
A woman came to my door;
She had come to tell me her sorrow,
And my comfort and aid to implore.
And I said, "I can not listen,
Nor help you any to-day;
I have greater things to attend to."
So the pleader turned away.
But soon there came another—
A cripple, thin, pale and gray—
And said, "O let me stop and rest
Awhile in your home I pray."
I said, "I am grieved and sorry,
But I can not keep you to-day;
I look for a great and noble guest."
And the cripple went away.
And the day wore onward swiftly,
And my task was nearly done,
And a prayer was ever in my heart
That the Master to me might come.
I thought I would spring to meet Him,
And treat Him with utmost care,
When a little child stood by me
With a face so sweet and fair—
Sweet, but with marks of tear drops—
And his clothes were tattered old;
A finger was bruised and bleeding,
And his little bare feet were cold.
[58] And I said, "I am sorry for you:
You are sorely in need of care,
But I can not stop to give it;
You must hasten other where."
And at the words a shadow
Swept over his blue-veined brow.
"Some one will feed and clothe you, dear,
But I am too busy now."
At last, my toil was over and done,
My house was swept and garnished,
And I watched in the dusk alone;
I waited till night had deepened,
And the Master had not come;
"He has entered some other door," I cried,
"And gladdened some other home!"
Then the Master stood before me,
And His face was grave and fair;
"Three times to-day I came to your door,
And craved your pity and care.
Three times you sent Me onward,
Unhelped and uncomforted;
And the blessing you might have had was lost,
And your chance to serve has fled."
"O Lord, dear Lord, forgive me;
How could I know it was Thee?"
My very soul was shamed and bowed
In the depths of humility.
And He said, "The sin is pardoned,
But the blessing is lost to thee,
For failing to comfort the least of Mine,
You have failed to comfort Me."



John Paul, of Siena, was always very liberal to the poor. On his deathbed he exclaimed, "What I have kept, that have I lost, and what I have given away, that I have yet, what I have refused I now regret."

Another is reported to have said: "I have lost everything except what I have given away."



When God made the earth, it shook to and fro till He put mountains on it to keep it firm. Then the angels asked, "O God, is there anything in Thy creation stronger than these mountains?" And God replied, "Iron is stronger than the mountains, for it breaks them." "And is there anything in Thy creation stronger than iron?" "Yes, fire is stronger than iron, for it melts it." "Is there anything stronger than fire?" "Yes, water, for it quenches fire." "Is there anything stronger than water?" "Yes, wind, for it puts water in motion." "O, our Sustainer, is there anything in Thy creation stronger than wind?" "Yes, a good man giving alms; if he gives it with his right hand, and conceals it from his left, he overcomes all things." Every good act is charity; your smiling in your brother's face, your putting a wanderer in the right road, your giving water to the thirsty is charity; exhortation to another to do right is charity. A man's true wealth hereafter is the good he has done in this world to his fellowmen. When he dies, people will ask: "What property has he left behind him?" But the angels will ask: "What good deeds has he sent before him?"


Charity—It is another's fault if he be ungrateful; but it is mine if I do not give. To find one thankful man, I will oblige many that are not so.




He gives double who gives unasked.


He that cheats me aince (once) shame fa him; but he that cheats me twice shame fa me.



The cheek
Is apter than the tongue, to tell an errand.



If you have a word of cheer,
Speak it, while I am alive to hear.

Margaret Preston.


You find yourself refreshed by the presence of cheerful people. Why not make earnest effort to confer that pleasure on others?

L. M. Child.


Cheerfulness smoothes the road of life.



Cheerfulness is full of significance: it suggests good health, a clear conscience, and a soul at peace with all human nature.

Charles Kingsley.


Chide a friend in private, and praise him in public.





A writer once told how a little child preached a sermon to him.

"Is your father at home?" I asked a small child at our village doctor's doorstep.

"No," she said, "he's away."

"Where do you think I could find him?"

"Well," she said, with a considering air, "you've got to look for some place where people are sick or hurt, or something like that. I don't know where he is, but he's helping somewhere."



How happy are thy days! How sweet thy repose! How calm thy rest! Thou slumberest upon the earth more soundly than many a miser and worldling upon his bed of down. And the reason is—that thou hast a gracious God and an easy conscience. A stranger to all care, thou awakest only to resume thy play, or ask for food to satisfy thy hunger.


A full-blown rose besprinkled with the purest dew, is not so beautiful as a child blushing beneath her parents' displeasure, and shedding tears of sorrow for her fault.


A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.



He who does not correct his own child, will later beat his own breast.



The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother.



A child's eyes! Those clear wells of undefiled thought! What on earth can be more beautiful! Full of hope, love, and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest! In joy, how sparkling! In sympathy, how tender!

Mrs. Norton.


These little shoes! How proud she was of these!
Can you forget how, sitting on your knees,
She used to prattle volubly, and raise
Her tiny feet to win your wondering praise?

William Canton.



When thou dost eat from off this plate,
I charge thee be thou temperate;
Unto thine elders at the board
Do thou sweet reverence accord;
And, though to dignity inclined,
Unto the serving-folk be kind;
Be ever mindful of the poor,
Nor turn them hungry from the door;
And unto God, for health and food
And all that in thy life is good,
Give thou thy heart in gratitude.


Words of praise are almost as necessary to warm a child into a genial life as acts of kindness and affection. Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.




What the child says out of doors, he has learned indoors.



I hold it a religious duty
To love and worship children's beauty;
They've least the taint of earthly clod,
They're freshest from the hand of God;
With heavenly looks they make us sure
The heaven that made them must be pure;
We love them not in earthly fashion,
But with a beatific passion.
I chanced to, yesterday, behold
A maiden child of beauty's mould;
'Twas near, more sacred was the scene,
The palace of our patriot Queen.
The little charmer to my view
Was sculpture brought to life anew.
Her eyes had a poetic glow,
Her pouting mouth was Cupid's bow:
And through her frock I could descry
Her neck and shoulders' symmetry.
'Twas obvious from her walk and gait
Her limbs were beautifully straight;
I stopp'd th' enchantress and was told,
Though tall, she was but four years' old.
Her guide so grave an aspect wore
I could not ask a question more;
But follow'd her. The little one
Threw backward ever and anon
Her lovely neck, as if to say,
"I know you love me, Mister Grey;"
For by its instincts childhood's eye
[64] Is shrewd in physiognomy;
They well distinguish fawning art
From sterling fondness of the heart.
And so she flirted, like a true
Good woman, till we bade adieu.
'Twas then I with regret grew wild,
Oh, beauteous, interesting child!
Why ask'd I not thy home and name?
My courage fail'd me—more's the shame.
But where abides this jewel rare?
Oh, ye that own her, tell me where!
For sad it makes my heart and sore
To think I ne'er may meet her more.

Thomas Campbell.



One day a little girl looking out of the window saw a number of poor men from a nearby jail, working in the hot sun of a July day. They looked tired and hot, and she knew they must be thirsty. She remembered Christ's words, "I was thirsty and ye gave Me drink, was in prison, and ye came unto Me," and the thought came to her, "I can do both." With her mother's permission she took a little bucket of cold water, with a dipper, and gave to each man in turn, refilling the bucket several times. As she went from one to another in her white frock, her sweet smile gave even better cheer than the water. The thanks of the prisoners were very hearty. One asked her, "Little lady, what made you do this?"

After a moment's pause, she replied, "That is what Christ said to do, and—I was sorry myself." He lowered his head and said, "God bless you, little Christ-child."



A man soon learns how little he knows, when a child begins to ask questions.


The child's restless observation, instead of being ignored or checked, should be diligently ministered to, and made as accurate as possible.

Herbert Spencer.


Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild:
It may not long remain.

Geo. W. Hangford.


I Samuel ii, 18—"Samuel ministered before the Lord, being a child; girded with a linen ephod."

The Rev. John Brown was born in 1722, in the county of Perth in Scotland. In a narrative of his experience, he remarks, "I reflect on it as a great mercy, that I was born in a family which took care of my Christian instruction, and in which I had the privilege of God's worship, morning and evening. About the eighth year of my age, I happened, in a crowd, to push into the church at Abernethy, on a Sacrament Sabbath. Before I was excluded, I heard a minister speak much in commendation of Christ; this, in a sweet and delightful manner, captivated my young affections, and has since made me think that children should never be kept out of church on such occasions."


To impose on a child to get by heart a long scroll of phrases without any ideas, is a practice fitter for a jackdaw than for anything that wears the shape of man.

Dr. I. Watts.



The tear down childhood's cheek that flows,
Is like the dewdrop on the rose.




The following is a true narrative of an experience in life:

It was nearing three o'clock of last Easter afternoon, when a woman, clad in deepest mourning, entered the gates of the beautiful "sleeping place" on Walnut Hill. Her attitude, as she sank upon a carefully tended mound, denoted deep dejection. She had not yet learned that the "tree of death is fruited with the love of God," neither the joy of the "afterward," but knew only the grope of a stricken soul.

In the distance, sat a child upon a grave, alone. Coming nearer, she recognized him as one who had never known a mother, and whose father had lately been taken, leaving him without kindred. The love between that father and child had been passing sweet.

The bereaved lady knew this, and that he had been thrown homeless upon the world. Yet, absorbed in her own grief, had given him little thought. Drawing near, she observed closely the rare beauty of the boy, scarcely five years of age, genius and nobility stamped on his brow, and exquisite tenderness on the mobile lips.

He looked up eagerly, asking fearlessly, "Is your name Mary? Are you the woman who talked with the angel when the stone was rolled away."

"Oh, no, dear," she replied. "Whom are you looking for?"

"For Jesus!" said the boy reverently.

"But he is not here. He is risen."

[67] "Yes, I know, that's it, but I've been waiting here all day for Him to come and raise my papa up. He's late, and I thought maybe He sent you to tell me to wait a little, just as He sent Mary to tell His disciples, you know," said the boy, wistfully.

"Yes, dear, but"—hesitating to shatter the boy's beautiful faith.

"I am tired" (pathetically), "but it is never too late for Jesus," he added bravely, while a tear rolled down the velvet cheek. "He is sure to come, 'cause it is the Rising Day" (exultingly). "Don't you 'member?"

The woman stooped to kiss the child, and began to sob violently, dropping on the grave beside him.

"What makes you cry, lady? Is your papa here to be raised up?"

"No, no, darling, but my sweet daughter is."

"Don't cry, then," stroking the lady's hand. "Jesus never goes by Rising Day. He'll surely come and give you your little girl and me my papa! He'll come to-night. I saw the two men who came from [256:A]Emmaus go by early this morning, and they will be walking back soon in the evening, and Jesus will meet them and turn and walk with them, and they will all be talking gently about the dying and the rising, and the men will not know Him, but I shall, and He will stop here when I call, and raise my papa up."

"How will you know Him, dear boy?"

"By His smile and the Transfiguration picture that papa showed me in his study. But I'll know Him bestest in here," putting his hand on his breast, "by the love!" raising his lustrous eyes to hers.

"Will you know your papa? Are you sure?"

"My papa!" with wondering ecstatic voice. "My own papa! I shall know him by the love, and you your little [68]girl. They will not look the same, 'cause Jesus didn't, but they knew Him by their love!"


"And we'll know them by our love!" lingering fondly on the repetition with lustrous, far-seeing gaze.

The woman clasped the child to her breast with a passionate embrace, while rising to meet a supreme hour. (The child must not—shall not be disappointed and his beautiful faith shattered).

"Phillip!" she said, "listen. The angel sent me to tell you that Jesus had gone into heaven, and to take you to your papa. Come!"

Without a moment's hesitation he took his messenger's (?) hand and passed out of the gates, looking not backward by a glance. Expectation held him silent, while the woman's face was illumined by a great light. Entering the door of a pleasant house, she passed on through the hall into the dining-room, saying to the maid: "Bring some food for this dear child; he has fasted all day."

A pitcher of milk and a plate of bread and honey were set beside a plate of cold, broiled fish.

"Now I know this is the house," the boy exclaimed exultingly, "for they had the fish, the bread and the honey! It's all here, just the same, and he'll come to-night!"

Turning swiftly to the hall, the woman almost flew along the corridor to meet her husband's steps. Drawing him to one side, she told with rapture of her encounter and the sweet expectancy below.

"Now, Harold, Heaven has sent us a child, who shall be the angel to roll away the stone from our grave. His wonderful vision must not be darkened, neither his faith destroyed. Rise, my husband, to the most glorious hour of your life. 'I shall know him by the love,' he said. Let us see that he does."

[69] Returning for the child and extending her hand with a smile, he eagerly asked, "Will you wash and comb me to meet my papa? It isn't too late yet, is it?"

The voice was half a sob, but full of hope. The ineffable trust pierced her heart while reassuring him with swift, tender tones.

"Come, Phillip, we will go to him," she cried tremblingly.

As she opened the door upon a winning, noble-faced man with tears on his cheek, smiling with outstretched arms upon the boy, he hesitated a moment, took one step forward and then leaped into the open arms, threw his noble head back, and gazed with lustrous, questioning eyes.

"You don't look like my papa, quite."

"No?" (anxiously).

"'Cause you are changed. But I know you by the love, and you know me, don't you?"

"By the love, dear boy," with shining eyes, but marble lips.

The child nestled down upon the breast, his chest heaving, while the man stroked the soft curls, soothing him with every word known to love's alphabet, till finally, crooning a cradle song, the exhausted child fell asleep. He had found a father by the love. His faith was saved, and by it, she who had groped blindly among the tombs had found her Easter.

From the Christian Observer, March 30, 1904.
By Mrs. Helen Strong Thompson.


[256:A] St. Luke, xxiv, 13.


Say "Yes" and "No" to a child and stick to it. This is the beginning of discipline.



The way to spoil a child is to give it all it wants and require nothing in return. The way to make a child grow up sensible and unselfish is to give it little, and require of it much. For it is not what others do for us that benefits us, but what we do for ourselves and others.


Some one truly said, the best way for a man to train up a child in the way it should go, is to travel that way sometimes himself.


I Kings, i, 6—"His father had not displeased him at any time in saying, 'Why hast thou done so?'"

A young man, as he was going to the place of execution, desired to whisper something into his mother's ear; but when she came, instead of whispering, he bit off her ear, telling her, that it was because she did not chastise him for his faults when a boy, he was brought to such an unhappy end.


Could it be believed that a child should be forced to learn the rudiments of a language which he is never to use, and neglect the writing a good hand, and casting accounts?



Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.



Children, a bond of union than which the human heart feels none more endearing.



What children hear at home soon flies abroad.



I never hear parents exclaim impatiently, "Children, you must not make so much noise," that I do not think how soon the time may come when, beside the vacant chair, those parents would give all the world, could they hear once more the ringing laughter which once so disturbed them.

A. E. Kittredge.


Children are certain cares, but uncertain comforts.


What is there in nature so dear to man as his own children?



The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues.



His cares are eased with intervals of bliss:
His little children, climbing for a kiss,
Welcome their father's late return at night.




Whatever parent gives his children good instruction, and sets them at the same time a bad example, may be considered as bringing them food in one hand, and poison in the other.



Children have neither past nor future; and what scarcely ever happens to us, they enjoy the present.

La Bruyere.


An honorable life is the best legacy a father can leave to his children.


Children should not be flattered, but they should be encouraged. They should not be so praised as to make them vain and proud, but they should be commended when they do well.


Children are excellent physiognomists, and soon discover their real friends.


Dr. Guthrie—He believed—to use his own words—that "where parents will never punish their children, those children will punish them."

From Dr. Guthrie's Memoir.


Indulgence to children breeds ingratitude.


A man who gives his children habits of industry, provides for them better than by giving them a fortune.



Choose rather to leave your children well instructed than rich. For the hopes of the learned are better than the riches of the ignorant.




You would not be in a Japanese house long without noticing their extreme politeness, and that this politeness was especially shown by children toward their parents. The one thing that Japanese children must learn is perfect obedience; a child would as soon think of refusing to do a thing altogether, when told, as to ask why he must do it.

A little *  *  * girl, the child of a missionary, was playing in the street with some Japanese children.

"Mary," called her father from the house, "come in."

As she paid no attention, the others thought she had not heard, and began to say to her: "Your august father is calling you," "Your honorable parent is beckoning to you," and so on.

"I don't care," said Mary.

The children stopped playing and looked at her in astonishment. Her father called her again. This time she answered crossly, "I don't want to come in. What for?"

At this the children picked up their playthings and hurried home, talking excitedly all the way. "Rude little foreigner!" "Bad little girl!" they said, and it was a long time before Mary saw anything of her friends again.

Juniors in Japan.


Children—Living jewels, dropped unstained from Heaven.



Children know,
Instinctive taught, the friend and foe.


Do not confine your children to your own learning, for they were born in another time.



Children are like the to-morrow of society.



Children think not of what is past, nor what is to come, but enjoy the present time, which few of us do.



Children—I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.



Love of children is always the indication of a genial nature, a pure and unselfish heart.



What use to me the gold and silver hoard?
What use to me the gems most rich and rare?
Brighter by far—aye! bright beyond compare—
The joys my children to my heart afford!


Children need models rather than critics.

Joseph Joubert.


Spurgeon said: "With children we must mix gentleness with firmness; they must not always have their own way, but they must not always be thwarted. If we never have headaches through rebuking them, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up. If you yield up your authority once, you will hardly ever get it again."



Parents deserve reproof when they refuse to benefit their children by proper discipline.


My dearest pastime is with children.


Children are poor men's riches.


Nothing has a better effect upon children than praise.

Sir P. Sidney.


Their Little Needs—It is often asserted that both men and women would be selfish beings but for children. They call out, and refine, and soften the best feelings of the parental heart. Their little needs are so many, and their simple ignorance so affecting, and their very caprices so winning, that love and attention flow out to them almost instinctively.

That must be a hardened nature which can be unmoved by the soft touch, the playful childishness, and the hundred little pranks of a baby.



You can not expect better manners from your children than you teach them. They imitate instinctively.


Children should be taught early to sympathize with the deformed, the crippled, and otherwise unfortunate beings: A little dwarfed girl in one of our great cities committed [76]suicide a few years ago because she was so weary of being laughed at and ridiculed by her associates in the streets and at school.

An old street pedlar was set upon by school children and so annoyed and misused that he became insane.



A young preacher recently called upon an eminent Divine, and in the course of conversation asked him how many children he had. "Four, sir," was the reply. At the supper-table, the visitor perceived two beautiful children seated by the side of the mother. Turning to his host, he said, "I thought you had four children, sir: Where are the other two?" Lifting his eyes, the holy man of God pointed upwards, while a sweet smile broke over his countenance. "They are in Heaven," he repeated slowly and calmly; "yet my children still: not dead, but gone before."


Dr. Samuel Johnson once said, "Above all, accustom your children constantly to tell the truth; without varying in any circumstance." A lady who heard him said, "Nay, this is too much, for a little variation in narrative must happen a thousand times a day, if one is not perpetually watching." "Well, madam," said the Doctor, "you ought to be perpetually watching."


He knows not what love is, that has no children.


Children are travelers newly arrived in a strange country; we should therefore make conscience not to mislead them.




A lady had two children—both girls. The elder was a fair child; the younger a beauty, and the mother's pet. Her whole love centered in it. The elder was neglected, while "Sweet" (the pet name of the younger) received every attention that affection could bestow. One day, after a severe illness, the mother was sitting in the parlor, when she heard a childish footstep on the stairs, and her thoughts were instantly with the favorite.

"Is that you, Sweet?" she enquired.

"No, mamma," was the sad, touching reply, "it isn't Sweet: it's only me."

The mother's heart smote her; and from that hour "only me" was restored to an equal place in her affections.


Children are usually what their mothers were, or are.



Be careful to discountenance in children anything that looks like rage and furious anger.



Children will grow up substantially what they are by nature—and only that.

Mrs. Stowe.


St. Luke, xxiv, 29—"Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent."

(Two of the disciples to our Lord on the way to Emmaus.)




The following description is alleged to be derived from an ancient manuscript sent by Publius Lentellus, President of Judea, to the Senate of Rome:

"There lives at this time in Judea, a man of singular character, whose name is Jesus Christ. The barbarians esteem Him as their prophet; but His followers adore Him as the immediate offspring of the immortal God. He is endowed with such unparalleled virtue as to call back the dead from their graves and to heal every kind of disease with a word or a touch. His person is tall and elegantly shaped; His aspect, amiable and reverend; His hair flows in those beauteous shades which no united colors can match, falling in graceful curls below His ears, agreeably couching on His shoulders, and parting on the crown of His head; His dress, that of the sect of Nazarites; His forehead is smooth and large; His cheeks without blemish, and of roseate hue; His nose and mouth are formed with exquisite symmetry; His beard is thick and suitable to the hair of His head, reaching a little below His chin, and parting in the middle below; His eyes are clear, bright, and serene.

"He rebukes with mildness, and invokes with the most tender and persuasive language—His whole address, whether in word or deed, being elegantly grave, and strictly characteristic of so exalted a being. No man has seen Him laugh, but the whole world beholds Him weep frequently, and so persuasive are His tears that the whole multitude can not withhold their tears from joining in sympathy with Him. He is moderate, temperate, and wise; in short, whatever the phenomenon may turn out in the end, He seems at present to be a man of excellent beauty and Divine perfection, every way surpassing man."




To turn one's back on the Memorial Supper is to disregard the most tender, and loving, and melting of all our Saviour's commandments. It is not needful to know just how obedience will help us. It is enough to know that it was His dying command that we keep it till He come.

Henry M. Grout.


No man ought to profess the name of Christ who is not willing to do the deeds of Christ.


Our Saviour is represented everywhere in Scripture as the special patron of the poor and afflicted.




Mark, vi, 3.

Yes, yes, a Carpenter, same trade as mine.
It warms my heart as I read that line.
I can stand the hard work, I can stand the poor pay,
For I'll see that Carpenter at no distant day.

From Thoughts for Every-day Living.


He that thinks he hath no need of Christ hath too high thoughts of himself. He that thinks Christ can not help him hath too low thoughts of Christ.

John Mason.


A Christian is the highest style of man.




He that is a good man, is three-quarters of his way towards the being a good Christian, wheresoever he lives, or whatsoever he is called.



There is no fire without heat,
No light without brightness,
No voice without sound,
No water without moisture,
And there is no Christian
Who is not Christlike.

Rev. L. W. Irwin.


As Henry Drummond, on board a government packet, was steaming away from that group of islands known as the New Hebrides, after having visited the missions there, he was asked by a fellow-passenger who had been visiting the islands for a very different purpose, what good the missionary had been to those people. "My dear young man," said Drummond, "only for the missionary, you and I, instead of being in this cabin, would probably by this time have been inside some of those savages, as you call them, who waved us such an affectionate farewell from their shores." Yes, Christianity is now recognized the world over, as foremost among the moral forces that are civilizing the dark corners of the earth. Even Matthew Arnold was forced to admit that there is no civilization without it. "Show me," he said, "ten square miles outside of Christianity where the life of man or woman is safe, and I'll throw over Christianity at once."

From the Missionary Outlook.



Christmas is truly merry only to those who think of others.



A visiting bishop, in Washington, was arguing with a senator on the desirability of attending church. At last he put the question squarely: "What is your personal reason for not attending?"

The senator smiled in a no-offense-intended way, as he replied: "The fact is, one finds so many hypocrites there."

Returning the smile, the bishop said:

"Don't let that keep you away, senator; there's always room for one more."

Evening Post.


Some bring their clothes to church rather than themselves.


Bare communion with a good church can never alone make a good man.

Dr. South.



It has seemed sometimes in recent years as if the deaths were more than the births. This has brought home to the Church the absolute need of the revival of religion if Christianity is not to perish from the world which it has re-made. The Church is not an establishment in the world, but an encampment. She has no natural increase. She lives only by capture, by winning over from the world the citizens that make her number. One must arm another with the Christian panoply, if the Church is to continue.

The British Weekly.




I was once preaching in Scotland, and when I got to the church it was so cold that I could see my breath three feet away, said Rev. D. L. Moody. I said to the "beadle," as they call him:

"Aren't you going to have any heat in this building?"

He said they had no stoves or any other provision for heat.

"Well, how do you expect people to get warm?"

"Oh!" he said, "we expect the pulpit to warm us up."

Note: In Dr. Guthrie's Autobiography, vol. I, page 125—Describing the first church he became pastor of, in Arbirlot, in 1830, he says: "As to stoves, they were never thought of—the pulpit had to keep the people warm."



A minister, observing that some of his people made a practice of coming in very late, and after a considerable part of the sermon was over, determined that they should feel the force of public reproof. One day, therefore, as they entered the place of worship at their usual late hour, the minister, addressing his congregation, said: "But, my hearers, it is time for us now to conclude, for here are our friends just come to fetch us home."

We may easily conjecture what the parties felt at this curious but pointed address.




A country minister in Scotland, who was much annoyed by two members of his congregation, Macpherson and [83]Macintosh, sleeping during the sermon, hit upon a way to put an end to this state of matters. Calling on Macintosh, he said: "By the way, Mr. Macintosh, have you ever noticed Mr. Macpherson sleeping during the sermon?" "Many a time," replied Macintosh, virtuously. "Well, next Sunday you might sit beside Macpherson and try and keep him awake." "I'll do that sir," said Macintosh. Then the minister went to Macpherson and went through the same programme concerning Macintosh.

Next Sunday it was highly amusing to those in the secret to see Macintosh and Macpherson sitting next to each other, both perfectly wide awake.


When once thy foot enters the church, beware, God is more there than thou; for thou art there only by His permission. Then beware and make thyself all reverence and fear.



Take the child to church, whether he likes it or not. What he likes has nothing to do with it; what is best for him is the only question.

Bishop Vincent.


There are two classes of people in the church; the one is made up of those who do the hard work of the church, and the other of those who sit at home and—criticise.

Lutheran Weekly.


Men are dependent on circumstances, and not circumstances on men.




A great merchant was asked by what means he contrived to realize so large a fortune as he possessed. His reply was: "Friend, by one article alone, in which thou may'st deal too if thou pleasest—civility."


Civility is a desire to receive civility, and to be accounted well-bred.



The clergyman who lives in the city may have piety, but he must have taste.




Before me on the mantel-block,
There ticks a busy little clock—
The measurer of time.
It never stops or tries to shirk;
Unceasingly it plies its work
With zeal almost sublime.
Oh could I work as steadily,
Oh could I just as faithful be,
As this minute machine—
My life would be filled with success,
with industry,
with usefulness,
and happiness serene.

M. in Hampden-Sidney Magazine.



I do not envy a clergyman's life as an easy life, nor do I envy the clergyman who makes it an easy life.

Dr. Johnson.


A clergyman should never come tired before his people, but rather like an engine when it leaves the round-house, oiled, equipped with fuel and water, and with all its strength waiting to be put forth.


In his last annual report, President Eliot states that the average age of students entering Harvard is eighteen years of age and ten months. He then intimates that if students could be induced to enter college earlier, as they did in Emerson's time, there would be fewer failures.


When musing on companions gone
We doubly feel ourselves alone.


"Aye gang (always go) wi' them that's better than yerself."

Old Scotch Saying.

If this was done generally, there would be a levelling up, instead of a levelling down.


Pleasant company shortens the miles.



Mothers of many, with envious eyes,
Gaze as I drive through the evening cool,
Swift as I pass them, we mingle our sighs,
For my arms are empty—and theirs over-full.
[86] "See her," they say, "with her laces and pearls!
All for the rich! 'Tis the world's common rule.
We have but rags for our boys and our girls;
Empty our pockets—her coffers are full."
Mothers! To yours, tender voices reply,
Little ones' hands at your skirts softly pull;
Widowed and lonely and childless am I,
Empty my heart—though my coffers are full.

Gus Gordon.



Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
O punishment!


Every one must see daily instances of people who complain, from a mere habit of complaining.



A compliment is usually accompanied with a bow, as if to beg pardon for paying it.

J. C. Hare.


Illuminate me with a ray of your intelligence!


Deference is the most complicate, the most indirect, and the most elegant of all compliments.


Legitimate Sport—Those who fish for compliments deserve to get a bite.



To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.



Never seem wiser, nor more learned, than the people you are with.


I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.


Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.



Many persons are obliged to their imagination for more than three-fourths of their importance.


Discuss your plans with many, decide on them with few, or by yourself.


Between right and wrong never waver a moment.

From the German.


Confidence always gives pleasure to the man in whom it is placed.


No one so sure but he may miss.



Don't cry hurrah till you are over the bridge.

From the German.



Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.

Wm. Pitt.


He who knows the road, can ride at full trot.

From the Italian.


Never put much confidence in those who put no confidence in others.



A good conscience is sometimes sold for money, but never bought with it.


Money dishonestly acquired is never worth its cost, while a good conscience never costs as much as it is worth.


A clear conscience is a good pillow.



A quiet conscience makes one so serene!


Conscience is the chamber of justice.



Conscience may be said to be the voice of God within us.



Conscience, that sound of God in the human heart, whose "still small voice" the loudest revelry can not drown.

W. H. Harrison.



Consistency—Thou art a jewel!


Is there no constancy in earthly things?
No happiness in us, but what must alter?


Do even as you will, that this dispute live not between us as a consuming fire forever!



Where two discourse, if the one's anger rise,
The man who lets the contest fall is wise.



"I never complained of my condition but once," said an old man, "when my feet were bare and I had no money to buy shoes; but I met a man without feet, and became contented."


It is right to be contented with what we have, but never with what we are.

Sir James Mackintosh.


A favorite saying of the beloved Dr. John A. Broaddus was: "It is better to like what you have, than to have what you like."

Christian Observer.


If you live according to nature, you never will be poor; if according to the world's caprice, you never will be rich.



Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.


Since we have loaves, let us look not for cakes.



To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much—impossible.

Marie Ebner Eschenbach.


If thou hast but little, make it not less by murmuring.



Contentment will make a cabbage look as fair as a palace.

W. Secker.


May we never murmur without a cause, nor have cause to murmur.


He that is rich need not live sparingly, and he that can live sparingly need not be rich.


Some have too much, yet still do crave;
I have little, and seek no more:
They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store;
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I have; they pine, I live.

Sir Edward Dyer, (Died 1607.)



If all the gems of earth were mine
And wealth and power were to me sent,
How infinitely poor I'd be
Without content.

Annie W. McCoy.


Is it possible to find perfect contentment? Some one once said:—"The secret of perfect contentment is, that there isn't any."


"It is a great blessing to possess what one wishes," said one to an ancient philosopher, who replied, "It is a greater blessing still, not to desire what one does not possess."


Contentment is a pearl of great price, and whoever procures it at the expense of ten thousand desires, makes a wise and happy purchase.

J. Balgury.


He that deserves nothing should be content with anything.


He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.



When the well is dry, then we all know the worth of water.


In conversation avoid the extremes of
and Reserve.




Conversation.—To please others we should talk on subjects they like and that interest them; avoid disputes, seldom ask questions, and never let them see that we pretend to be better informed than they are.



The first ingredient in conversation is truth, the next good sense, the third good humor, and the fourth wit.

Sir W. Temple.


Conversation is the music of the mind; an intellectual orchestra, where all the instruments should bear a part, but where none should play together.



Never argue in society; if any person differs from you, bow, and turn the conversation.



I never, with important air,
In conversation overbear.

Gay's Fables.


One of the best rules in conversation is, never say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.



Conversation.—As it is the mark of great minds to say many things in a few words, so it is that of little minds to use many words to say nothing.

"So much they talked, so very little said."



To say nothing charmingly is a great gift.


Conversation.—In general those who nothing have to say contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.

An Oriental Apologue.


With thee conversing, I forget all time.



It is better to turn back than to go astray.

From the German.


He who converses with no one, learns nothing.


As rust corrupts iron, so envy corrupts man.



Corporations have no souls:—Lord Chancellor Thurlow said, "that corporations have neither bodies to be punished, nor souls to be condemned; they therefore do as they like."


Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an unmeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

Beaumont and Fletcher.



The thatched cottage where one is merry, is preferable to a palace where one weeps.

From the Chinese.


Good counsel never comes too late.



From a safe port 'tis easy to give counsel.


He that winna be counselled canna be helped.



In many counsellors there is safety.

From the Latin.


Cheerful looks make every dish a feast,
And 'tis that, that crowns a welcome.



The countenance is frequently more expressive than the tongue.


A pleasing countenance is no slight advantage.



A smiling countenance indicates courtesy, joy, good humor and happiness.


The character of a man's native country is as strongly impressed on his mind as its accent is on his tongue.





The fact that the following verses are heard to-day proves their "convenience," to say the least, for they were written by William Livingston in 1747:——

Mine be the pleasure of a rural life,
From noise remote, and ignorant of strife,
Far from the painted belle and white-gloved beau,
The lawless masquerade, and midnight show,
From lapdogs, courtiers, garters, stars,
Fops, fiddlers, tyrants, emperors, and czars!

Christian Advocate



A breath of unadulterated air,
The glimpse of a green pasture, how they cheer
The citizen, and brace his languid frame.
Even in the stifling bosom of the town;
A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms
That soothe the rich possessor.
And are these not all proofs that man immured
In cities, still retains his inborn inextinguishable
Thirst of rural scenes, compensating his loss
By supplemental shifts the best he may?



Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
"This is my own—my Native Land!"
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?
[96]If such there breathe, go—mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim—
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

Sir Walter Scott.


The wise men of Greece were asked which was the best governed country. Clemenese replied, "the people who have more respect for the laws than the orators."


He who loves not his country, can love nothing.


A great deal of talent is lost to the world for the want of courage.

S. Smith.


Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.



The courtesy with which I receive a stranger, and the civility I show him, form the background on which he paints my portrait.


Courtesy on one side, never lasts long.


Men dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.




Courtship and Marriage.—"Their courtship was carried on in poetry." Alas! many a pair have courted in poetry, and after marriage lived in prose.



Courtship may be said to consist of a number of quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as not to be understood.



Covetousness.—A young man once picked up a sovereign lying in the road. Ever afterward, in walking along, he kept his eye fixed steadily upon the ground in hopes to find another. And in the course of a long life he did pick up, at different times, a goodly number of coins, gold and silver. But all these years, while he was looking for them, he saw not that the heavens were bright above him, and nature beautiful around. He never once allowed his eye to look up from the mud and filth in which he sought his treasure; and when he died—a rich old man—he only knew this fair earth as a dirty road to pick up money as you walk along. Thus you see the desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Dr. Jeffrey.


The coward only threatens when he is secure.



The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.


Credit, like a looking-glass, broken once, is gone, alas!



He who doesn't take care of his credit will soon have none to take care of.


There are two directly opposite reasons why some men cannot get credit—one is because he is not known—the other because he is.



The critic stood with scornful eye
Before a picture on the wall:
"You call this art? Now see that fly,
It is not natural at all.
It has too many legs, its head
Is far too large—who ever saw
A fly like that, so limp and dead,
And wings that look as if they—pshaw!"
And with a gesture of disgust
He waved his hand, when lo! the fly
Flew from the picture. "Ah! some dust,"
The critic said, "was in my eye."

Henry Coyle.

Some one has said that finding fault is done on a smaller capital than any other business, and it is a very fascinating business, too, for people of—small calibre.


A man must serve his time to every trade,
Save censure; critics all are ready-made.




The culture of a man is like the changing of raw material into the manufactured article. The uncultured man is comparatively helpless and worthless.

The Religious Telescope.


Curiosity! who hath not felt
Its spirit, and before its altar knelt?


Custom forms us all;
Our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed belief
Are consequences of our place of birth.




Daughter.—To a father waxing old nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of higher pitch, but less inclined to sweet endearing fondness.




This day my loved one leaves me, and my heart
Is heavy with its grief: the streams of sorrow,
Choked at the source, repress my faltering voice.
I have no words to speak; mine eyes are dimmed
By the dark shadows of the thoughts that rise
Within my soul. If such the force of grief
In an old hermit parted from his nursling,
What anguish must the stricken parent feel
Bereft forever of an only daughter!
[100]Weep not my daughter, check the gathering tear
That lurks beneath thine eyelid, ere it flow
And weaken thy resolve; be firm and true—
True to thyself and me, the path of life
Will lead o'er hill and plain, o'er rough and smooth,
And all must feel the steepness of the way,
Tho' rugged be thy course, press boldly on.
Honor thy betters; even be respectful
To those above thee. Should thy wedded lord
Treat thee with harshness, thou must never be
Harsh in return, but patient and submissive.
Be to thy menials courteous, and to all
Placed under thee considerate and kind:
Be never self-indulgent, but avoid
Excess in pleasure; and, when fortune smiles
Be not puffed up. Thus to thy husband's house
Wilt thou a blessing prove, and not a curse.


See here it is dawning
Another bright day:
Think wilt thou let it
Slip uselessly away?


He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Dr. E. Young.


One of the Fathers said: "That there is but this difference between the death of old and young men,—that old men go to death, and death comes to young men."





There was a certain nobleman who kept a fool, to whom he one day gave a staff, with a charge to keep it till he should meet with one who was a greater fool than himself. Not many years after, the nobleman fell sick, even unto death. The fool came to see him: his lord said to him—"I must shortly leave you." "And whither are you going?" said the fool. "Into another world," replied his lordship. "And when will you come again? Within a month?" "No." "Within a year?" "No." "When then?" "Never." "Never!" said the fool, "and what provision hast thou made for thy entertainment there, whither thou goest?" "None at all." "No!" said the fool, "none at all! Here then, take my staff; for with all my folly, I am not guilty of any such folly as this."


The divinity who rules within us, forbids us to leave this world without his command.



When a man dies, they who survive him, ask what property he has left behind. The angel who bends over the dying man, asks what good deeds he has sent before him.


Happy is, or ought to be, the man who owes nothing.


If you would avoid paying debts, avoid incurring them.



But wealth and power have no immortal day,
For all things ripen only to decay.



Lose this day loitering,—'t will be the same story
To-morrow, and the next more dilatory;
The indecision brings its own delays,
And days are lost lamenting over days.
Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute,
What you can do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
Only engage, and then the mind grows heated,—
And then the work
Will be completed.

J. W. Von Goethe.


Let him that hath done the good office conceal it; let him that hath received it disclose it.



He built a house, time laid it in the dust;
He wrote a book, its title now forgot;
He ruled a city, but his name is not
On any tablet graven, or where rust
Can gather from disuse, or marble bust.
He took a child from out a wretched cot,
Who on the state dishonor might have brought,
And reared him to the Christian's hope and trust.
The boy to manhood grown, became a light
[103] To many souls, preached for human need
The wondrous love of the Omnipotent.
The work has multiplied like stars at night
When darkness deepens; every noble deed
Lasts longer, than a granite monument.

Sarah H. Bolton.


"He wishes well" is worthless, unless the deed go with it.



Deformed.—Mock not at those who are misshapen by nature. He that despiseth them despiseth God that made them.

Dr. Fuller.


Away with delay! it always injures those that are prepared.



Do not delay: the golden moments fly!



True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.


Nothing prevents our being natural so much as the desire to appear so.



Remember that your dependents have seldom a full power of replying to you; and let the recollection of that make you especially considerate in your dealings with them.

Sir Arthur Helps.



Honorable descent is in all nations greatly esteemed; besides, it is to be expected that the children of men of worth will be like their fathers.



When any great design thou dost intend,
Think on the means, the manner, and the end.

Sir J. Denham.


The desires of man increase with his acquisitions.

Dr. Johnson.



Ships that pass at night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness:
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.




The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it sleeps the unborn hour
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
Behind its unreturning line,
The vanished hour, no longer thine:
One hour alone is in thy hands—
The Now on which the shadow stands.

Henry Van Dyke.




Not till after the death of a member of Parliament, a prominent county magistrate, the owner of large estates, and an active, public-spirited man in all local and national matters, was it known by those who had not seen him, that it was but the misshapen block of a man that had lived this active, manly life.

He was born with neither legs nor arms. After his death his story was told: how he resolved, when but a boy, to act and live as did other boys, without regard to his horrible misfortune; how he persisted in studying every book, in learning every game, in joining in every amusement possible to him, with his companions. How, to the last year of his life, he held himself to be as responsible as other men, and bravely paid every tithe of duty to God and to his fellows.

Even in lesser matters in life he pressed to the front. He was the most genial, witty guest at social dinner tables. Strapped to his horse, he hunted foxes in Yorkshire, or tigers in India, and with his brothers made long journeys in other parts of the world. Everywhere his cheerfulness and gaiety gave new life to duller souls.

Is there no lesson for us all in the life of this gallant gentleman?

Youth's Companion.


Dr. Roux, the celebrated French physician, said: "The greater part of preparation for the digestion of food takes place in the mouth."


True dignity exists independent of—
"Studied gestures or well-practiced smiles."



We have all met with a great many disappointments, and if we live much longer, shall likely meet with many more.


Discontented People.—You have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.


'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts,
Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face,
When discontent sits heavy at my heart.



Discontent is a man's, and a woman's, worst enemy.



Thinkest thou the man whose mansions hold
The worldling's pomp, and miser's gold,
Obtains a richer prize
Than he, who, in his cot at rest,
Finds heavenly peace a willing guest,
And bears the promise in his breast
Of treasures in the skies?

Mrs. Sigourney.


Be discreet in all things, and so render it unnecessary to be mysterious about anything.




Thy friend has a friend, and thy friend's friend has a friend;—be discreet.


Woe unto him that increaseth that which is not his!

Habakkuk 2, 6v.


No man's disposition will alter, say what we may.


Shut not thy purse-strings always against distress.

Charles Lamb.


Thou, who feelest not for the distress of others,
Meritest not to be called by the name of man.


It is better occasionally to be deceived in people than for one to be always distrustful.


God and the doctor we alike adore
In times of danger, only,—not before:
The danger past, both are alike requited;
God, is alas!—forgotten, and the doctor—slighted.



Did you never observe that dogs have not the power of comparing? A dog will take a small bit of meat as readily, when both are before him.

Dr. Sam'l Johnson.




When wise Ulysses, from his native coast
Long kept by wars, and long by tempests tost,
Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone,
To all his friends, and ev'n his queen, unknown:
Chang'd as he was with age, and toils, and cares,
Furrow'd his rev'rend face, and white his hairs,
In his own palace forc'd to ask his bread,
Scorn'd by those slaves his former bounty fed,
Forgot of all his own domestic crew;
The faithful dog alone his master knew!
Unfed, unhous'd, neglected, on the clay
Like an old servant, now cashier'd he lay;
And, tho' e'en then expiring on the plain
Touch'd with resentment of ungrateful man,
And longing to behold his ancient lord again.
Him, when he saw—he rose, and crawl'd to meet,
'Twas all he could, and fawn'd, and kiss'd his feet,
Seized with dumb joy: then, falling by his side,
Own'd his returning lord, look'd up, and died.



Food remains for three days in the stomach of the dog, because God knew that his food would be scanty.

From the Talmud.


If you are in doubt whether to write a letter or not—don't! The advice applies to doubts in life besides that of letter writing.



Our doubts are traitors,
And make us love the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.





The room is old—the night is cold,—
But night is dearer far than day;
For then, in dreams, to him it seems
That she's returned who's gone away!
His tears are pass'd—he clasps her fast,—
Again she holds him on her knee;
And, in his sleep, he murmurs deep,
"Oh! mother, go no more from me!"


Dreams.—Children of night, of indigestion bred.



We sacrifice to dress, till household joys
And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires,
And introduces hunger, frost and woe,
Where peace and hospitality might have reign'd.



Those who think that in order to dress well, it is necessary to dress extravagantly or grandly, make a great mistake. Nothing so well becomes true feminine beauty as simplicity.

No real happiness is found
In trailing purple o'er the ground.

Geo. D. Prentice.


Numbers vi, 3.—"He shall separate himself from wine and strong drink."

[110] A heathen king, who had been for years confirmed in the sin of drunkenness by the evil practices of white men on the Sandwich Islands, had been led to forsake the dreadful habit. He said lately to a missionary, "suppose you put four thousand dollars in one hand, and a glass of rum in the other; you say, you drink this rum, I give you four thousand dollars, I no drink it; you say you kill me, I no drink it."



In an address to a temperance society, Admiral Capps told a story which is printed in the New York Tribune.—A man who had ruined his health with alcohol sat looking sadly at his wife, to whom he had made many promises of reform.

"Jenny," he said, "you are a clever woman, a courageous, good woman. You should have married a better man than I am."

She looked at him, thin-limbed and stoop-shouldered, prematurely old, and answered, quietly, "I did, James."


Genesis ix, 21—"Noah drank of the wine, and was drunken."

A person in Maryland, who was addicted to drunkenness, hearing a considerable uproar in his kitchen one night, felt the curiosity to step without noise to the door, to know what was the matter; when he found his servants indulging in the most unbounded roars of laughter at a couple of negro boys, who were mimicking himself in his drunken fits!—as how he reeled and staggered—how he looked and nodded—and hiccupped and tumbled. The pictures which these children of nature drew of him, and which had filled the rest with such inexhaustible merriment, struck him with [111]so salutary a disgust, that from that night he became a perfectly sober man, to the great joy of his wife and children.


From drink, with its ruin, and sorrow and sin,
I surely am safe if I never begin.


Pray tell me whence you derive the origin of the word dun? The true origin of this expression owes its birth to one Joe Dunn, a famous bailiff of the town of Lincoln, England, so extremely active, and so dexterous at the management of his rough business, that it became a proverb, when a man refused to pay his debts, "Why don't you Dun him?" that is, why don't you send Dun to arrest him? Hence it grew a custom, and is now as old as since the days of Henry VII.



Knowledge is the hill which few may hope to climb;
Duty is the path that all may tread.

Lewis Morris.


When a minister preaches his sermon, he should do so fearlessly, i. e. like a man who cuts up a big log,—let the chips fall where they may.


Do what you ought, come what may.



Duty:—I hate to see a thing done by halves; if it be right, do it boldly; if wrong, leave it undone.




Whosoever contents himself with doing the little duties of the day, great things will, by-and-by, present themselves to him for their fulfilment also.

Howard Pyle.


We make time for duties we love.




One should choose a wife with the ears, rather than with the eyes.



What is told in the ear, is often heard a hundred miles off.



'Tis easy for any man who has his foot unentangled by sufferings, both to exhort and to admonish him that is in difficulties.



If you take things easy when you ought to be doing your best work, you will probably have to keep hard at work when you might be taking it easy.


Nothing is easy to the unwilling.

From the German.



He that eats longest lives longest.


Half of what we eat is sufficient to enable us to live, and the other half that we eat enables the doctors to live.

Dr. Osler.


Economy is the easy chair of old age.


He that will not economize may some day have to agonize.



Economy is no disgrace; it is better living on a little, than living beyond your means.


In abundance prepare for scarcity.



Lay up something for a rainy day; it may be needed some day.


Economy is something like a savings-bank, into which we drop pennies and get dollars in return.

H. W. Shaw.


Take care to be an economist in prosperity: there is no fear of your being one in adversity.




For age and want, save while you may,
No morning sun lasts a whole day.


Economy is too late at the bottom of the purse.


Spend not when you must save,
Spare not when you must spend.



Every man must educate himself. His books and teacher are but helps; the work is his.



Scottish Education. "A boy was compelled by the poverty of his parents to leave school and take temporary work as an assistant to Lady Abercombie's gardener. When his services were no longer required, the lady gave him a guinea and said, 'Well, Jack, how are you going to spend your guinea?' 'Oh my lady,' he replied, 'I've just made up my mind to tak' a quarter o' Greek, for I hadna got beyond Latin when I left school."

Dr. J. Herr.


Nearly all things are difficult before they are easy.

From the French.


There is as much eloquence in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the air of a speaker, as in his choice of words.





One would not imagine who has not given particular attention, that the body should be susceptible to such variety of attitudes and emotions, as readily to accompany every different emotion with a corresponding expression. Humility for example, is expressed naturally by hanging the head; arrogance, by its elevation; and languor or despondence, by reclining it to one side. The expressions of the hands are manifold by different attitudes and motions; they express desire, hope, fear; they assist us in promising, in inviting, in keeping one at a distance; they are made instruments of threatening, of supplication, of praise, and of horror; they are employed in approving, in refusing, in questioning; in showing our joy, our sorrow, our doubts, our regret, and our admiration.

Lord Hames.


The evil one does not tempt people whom he finds suitably employed.

Jeremy Taylor.


To be employed is to be happy.



Do good to thy friend, that he may be more thy friend; and unto thy enemy, that he may become thy friend.


He who has a thousand friends,
Has never a one to spare,
And he who has one enemy,
Will be apt to meet him everywhere.



Boswell said of Dr. Johnson—"Though a stern true-born Englishman, and fully prejudiced against all other nations, he had discernment enough to see, and candour enough to censure, the cold reserve too common among Englishmen towards strangers. 'Sir,' said he, (Johnson) 'two men of any other nation who are shown into a room together, at a house where they are both visitors, will immediately find some conversation. But two Englishmen will probably go each to a different window, and remain in obstinate silence. Sir, we as yet do not enough understand the common rights of humanity.'"


Rochefoucauld said, "The truest mark of being born with great qualities is being born without envy."


If we did but know how little some enjoy the great things they possess, there would not be so much envy in the world.


All matches, friendships, and societies are dangerous and inconvenient, where the contractors are not equal.



Equivocation is first cousin to a lie.

From the French.


What has been done amiss should be undone as quickly as possible.


Beware of errors of the mouth.




The man who never makes any blunders, seldom makes any good hits.


Etiquette.—Good taste rejects excessive nicety; it treats little things as little things, and is not hurt by them.


Certain signs precede certain events.




Sir Peter Lely made it a rule never to look at a bad picture, having found by experience that whenever he did so, his pencil took a tint from it. Bishop Home said of the above: "Apply this to bad books and bad company."


I am endowed by God with power to conquer all evil.



How quickly and quietly the eye opens and closes, revealing and concealing a world!



Achilles: This is not strange, Ulysses,
The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To other's eyes: nor doth the eye itself,
That most pure spirit of sense behold itself,
Not going from itself, but eye to eye oppos'd
Salutes each other.




The silent upbraiding of the eye is the very poetry of reproach; it speaks at once to the imagination.

Mrs. Balfour.


Eyes are more accurate witnesses than ears.



Old men's eyes are like old men's memories; they are strongest for things a long way off.


The eyes of other people are the eyes that ruin us. If all but myself were blind, I should never want a fine house nor fine furniture.



The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Hiram Powers.


We always weaken whatever we exaggerate.

La Harpe.


He who has seen much of the world, is very prone to exaggeration.


Every man is bound to tolerate the act of which he has himself given the example.



Noble examples excite us to noble deeds.



He who makes excuses, himself accuses.


A man must often exercise, or fast, or take physic, or be sick.

Sir W. Temple.


I am no longer the fool I was, I have learned by experience.


All is but lip-wisdom, which wants experience.

Sir Philip Sidney.


Among all classes of society we see extravagance keeping pace with prosperity, and indeed outstripping it, realizing Archbishop Whately's paradox: "The larger the income, the harder it is to live within it."

Hugh S. Brown.



A clouded face
Strikes deeper than an angry blow.



We write our lives upon our faces, deep,
An autograph which they will always keep.
Thoughts cannot come and leave behind no trace
[120]Of good or ill; they quickly find a place
Where they who will may read as in a book,
The hidden meaning of our slightest look.


Nature has written a letter of credit on some men's faces which is honored wherever it is presented.



The surest way not to fail, is to determine to succeed.




In Ross-shire, Scotland, there is an immense mountain gorge. The rocks have been rent in twain, and set apart twenty feet, forming two perpendicular walls two hundred feet in height. On either side of these natural walls, in crevices where earth has collected, grow wild flowers of rare quality and beauty. A company of tourists visiting that part of the country were desirous to possess themselves of specimens of these beautiful mountain flowers; but how to obtain them they knew not. At length they thought they might be gathered by suspending a person over the cliff by a rope. They offered a Highland boy, who was near by, a handsome sum of money to undertake the difficult and dangerous task. The boy looked down into the awful abyss that yawned below, and shrunk from the undertaking; but the money was tempting. Could he confide in the strangers? Could he venture his life in their hands? He felt that he could not; but he thought of his father, and, looking once more at the cliff, and then at the proffered reward, his eyes brightened, and he exclaimed: "I'll go if my father holds the rope." Beautiful illustration of the nature of faith.



Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next.

Dr. Young.


To be trusted is perhaps a greater compliment than to be loved.


He who believes in nobody knows that he himself is not to be trusted.



Trust not him that hath once broken faith.



It goes a great way toward making a man faithful, to let him understand that you think him so.



All that a man gets by being untruthful is, that he is not believed when he speaks the truth.


Telling an untruth is like leaving the highway and going into a tangled forest. You know not how long it will take you to get back, or how much you will suffer from the thorns and briers in the wild woods.


There is no greater mistake in social life than indulging in over-familiarity. Intercourse, even between intimate friends, should have some dignity about it.



A family is a little world within doors; the miniature resemblance of the great world without.

J. A. James.


Where can one be happier than in the bosom of his family?




We are all here—
Father, mother, sister, brother,
All who hold each other dear.
Each chair is filled, we're all at home;
To-night let no stranger come.
It is not often thus around
Our old, familiar hearth we're found
Blessed, then, the meeting and the spot:
For once be every care forgot;
Let gentle peace assert her power,
And kind affection rule the hour:
We're all, all here.

Charles Sprague.


Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been—
A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell.




If thou dost bid thy friend farewell,
But for one night though that farewell may be,
Press thou his hand in thine.
How canst thou tell how far from thee
Fate or caprice may lead his steps ere that to-morrow comes?
[123] Men have been known lightly to turn the corner of a street,
And days have grown to months,
And months to lagging years, ere they
Have looked in loving eyes again....
Yea, find thou always time to say some earnest word
Between the idle talk, lest with thee henceforth,
Night and day, regret should walk.




It is a common complaint that the farm and farm life are not appreciated by our people. We long for the more elegant pursuits, or the ways and fashions, of the town. But the farmer has the most sane and natural occupation, and ought to find it sweeter, if less highly seasoned, than any other. He alone, strictly speaking, has a home. How many ties, how many resources, he has!—his friendship with his cattle, his team, his dog, his trees; the satisfaction in his growing crops, in his improved fields; his intimacy with nature, with bird and beast, and with the quickening elemental forces; his co-operations with the cloud, the sun, the seasons, heat, wind, rain, frost. It humbles him, teaches him patience and reverence. Cling to the farm, make much of it, put yourself into it, bestow your heart and brain upon it.

John Burroughs.



Shun thou seats in the shade, nor sleep till the dawn! in the season
When it is harvest-time, and your skin is parched in the sunshine.




How beautiful is the following picture by Caroline Anne Bowles, only child of Captain Charles Bowles, of Blackland, England. Born 1787:

My father loved the patient angler's art,
And many a summer's day, from early morn
To latest evening, by some streamlet's side,
We two have tarried; strange companionship!
A sad and silent man; a joyous child!
Yet those were days as I recall them now
Supremely happy. Silent though he was,
My father's eyes were often on his child
Tenderly eloquent—and his few words
Were kind and gentle. Never angry tone
Repulsed me if I broke upon his thoughts
With childish question. But I learned at last,
Learned intuitively to hold my peace.
When the dark hour was on him, and deep sighs
Spoke the perturbed spirit—only then
I crept a little closer to his side,
And stole my hand in his, or on his arm
Laid my cheek softly: till the simple wile
Won on his sad abstraction, and he turned
With a faint smile, and sighed and shook his head,
Stooping toward me; so I reached at last
Mine arm about his neck and clasped it close,
Printing his pale brow with a silent kiss.

From Littell's Living Age.


Love for a Father.—In the year 1773, a gentleman in England, whose health was rapidly declining, was advised by his physicians to go to Spa for the recovery of his health. His [125]daughters feared that those who had only motives entirely mercenary would not pay him that attention which he might expect from those who, from duty and affection united, would feel the greatest pleasure in ministering to his ease and comfort; they, therefore, resolved to accompany him. They proved that it was not a spirit of dissipation and gaiety that led them to the springs, for they were not to be seen in any of the gay and fashionable circles; they were never out of their father's company, and never stirred from home, except to attend him, either to take the air or drink the waters; in a word, they lived a most recluse life in the midst of a town then the resort of the most illustrious and fashionable personages of Europe. This exemplary attention to their father procured these three amiable sisters the admiration of all the visitors at Spa, and was the cause of their elevation to that rank in life to which their merits gave them so just a title. They were all married to noblemen: one to the Earl of Beverly, another to the Duke of Hamilton, and a third to the Duke of Northumberland. And it is justice to them to say that they reflected honor on their rank, rather than derived any from it.




I have a Father!
It needeth not that I should see His face,
When each new day brings token of His grace.
Who can deny the Power that brings to pass
The yearly miracle of springing grass?
Who can withhold allegiance, that sees
The harvest glory of the fruited trees?


Confessing a fault makes half amends.
Denying one doubles it.



Not to repent of a fault, is to justify it.



Whoever thinks a faultless one to see
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er will be.



Faults.—Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbors' faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.



Better find one of our own faults,
Than ten
Of our neighbor's.



Lord Bolingbroke was one evening at a large party. Political subjects were talked of, and the conversation finally turned on the famous Duke of Marlborough. Every one had something to say against him, many blaming his avarice. Bolingbroke was silent. One of the company inquired, "How is it that you say nothing? You knew him better than all of us, and could tell us a good deal about him." Bolingbroke replied, "He was a great man, and I have forgotten all his faults."


Each should be sure of an untarnished name,
Before he ventures others' faults to blame.



The greatest of faults, is to be conscious of none.


Wink at wee (little) faults; Your ain are muckle.



He who asks timidly courts a refusal.


There is pleasure in meeting the eyes of one on whom you are going to confer a favor.

La Bruyere.



A little figure glided through the hall.
"Is that you, Pet?" the words came tenderly.
A sob—suppressed to let the answer fall,—
"It isn't Pet, mama, it's only me."
The quivering baby-lips! They had not meant
To utter any word that could plant a sting,
But to that mother-heart a strange pang went;
She heard, and stood like a convicted thing.
One instant, and a happy little face
Thrilled 'neath unwonted kisses rained above;
And from that moment "Only Me" had place
And part with Pet in tender mother-love.


We like better to see those on whom we confer benefits, than those, alas! from whom we receive them.



It is not the quantity of the meat but the cheerfulness of the guests, which makes the feast.

Lord Clarendon.


Feast to-day with many makes fast to-morrow.




Accustom early in your youth
To lay embargo on your mouth;
And let no rarities invite
To pall and glut your appetite;
But check it always, and give o'er
With a desire of eating more;
For where one dies by inanition,
A thousand perish by repletion:
To miss a meal sometimes is good,—
It ventilates and cools the blood.



Every young man has a fine season in his life when he will accept no office, and every young woman has the same in hers, when she will accept no husband; by and by they both change, and often take one another into the bargain.




He was—True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.




Let others seek for empty joys
At ball or concert, rout or play;
Whilst, far from fashion's idle noise,
Her gilded domes, and trappings gay,
I while the wintry eve away,—
'Twixt book and lute the hours divide
And marvel how I e'er could stray
From thee—my own Fireside!


All that a fish drinks goes out at the gills.
(Spent as soon as got.)


Did we not flatter ourselves, the flattery of others could never hurt us.



Boswell: "No quality will get a man more friends than a disposition to admire the qualities of others. I do not mean flattery, but a sincere admiration." Johnson: "Nay, Sir, flattery pleases very generally. In the first place, the flatterer may think what he says to be true; but in the second place, whether he thinks so or not, he certainly thinks those whom he flatters of consequence enough to be flattered."

Boswell's Johnson.


Flowers.—These children of the meadows, born of sunshine and of showers!



Flowers.—Pretty daughters of the Earth and Sun.



What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile—a feast without a welcome Are not flowers the stars of the earth? and are not the stars we see at night the flowers of heaven?


It is my faith that every flower which blows
Enjoys the air it breathes.



How many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.



I never cast a flower away,
The gift of one who cared for me;
A little flower—a faded flower,
But it was done reluctantly.

L. E. Landon.


Flowers are the pledges of fruit.

From the Danish.


He who gives advice to a fool, beats the air with a stick.


None is a fool always, everyone sometimes.


Infallible Test.—A theological student, supposed to be deficient in judgment, was asked by a professor, in the [131]course of a class examination, "Pray, how would you discover a fool?" "By the questions he would ask," was the rather stunning reply.


One never needs one's wits so much as when one has to do with a fool.


Nothing is so silly as to insist on being the only person who is right.


How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.


If all fools wore white caps, the majority of us would look like a flock of geese.


Young folks tell what they do, old ones what they have done, and the others (fools) what they intend to do.


Where force prevails, right perishes.



If there is a harvest ahead, even a distant one, it is poor thrift to be stingy of your seed-corn!




Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
[132]Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart.



A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.


If there be
One of you all that ever from my presence
I have with sadden'd heart unkindly sent,
I here, in meek repentance, of him crave
A brother's hand, in token of forgiveness.


'Tis easier for the generous to forgive
Than for the offender to ask it.



A gentleman went to a friend, in great anger at a real injury he had received, which he intended to resent. After relating the particulars, he enquired if it would not be manly to resent it? His friend replied, "Yes; it would doubtless be manly to resent it, but it would be godlike to forgive it."




How beautifully falls
Forgiveness—'tis the attribute of God—
From human lips that bless'd word, Forgive;
Thrice happy he whose heart has been so schooled
That he can give it utterance; it imparts
Celestial grandeur to the human soul,
And maketh man an angel.


We forgive just as long as we love.



Hast thou a grudge within thy breast,
Which time will not repair?
Is hatred still a lurking guest
To intercept thy prayer?
"Forgive, and thou shalt be forgiven"
Is the decree of heaven.
"Till seven times! shall I forgive?"
Was asked our gracious Lord,
List to his answer, heed and live,
"Seventy times seven" 's His word.
"Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven;"
Doubt not the word of heaven.



He that cannot forgive others, breaks down the bridge over which he must pass himself, for every one has need to be forgiven.

Lord Herbert.



The world never forgives; it is only God and our mothers that can do that.

Ellen F. Fowler.


Forgiveness that covers only part of the wrong, is like two fingers given in a handshake.




The story is told of a British soldier who had broken every rule of the army and on whom every form of punishment had been inflicted without avail. He sinned again. His commanding officer was in despair as to what should be done. A fellow officer said, "Suppose you try forgiveness." The guilty soldier was summoned. On being asked what he had to say in palliation of his offense, he hung his head and replied: "Nothing, except I'm very sorry." "Well," said the officer, "We have decided to forgive you." The culprit looked dazed, burst into tears, saluted, and went out to become one of the best soldiers in the army.

From The Rise of a Soul.
By James I. Vance.


Individuals sometimes forgive, but bodies and societies never do.


Nothing is more dangerous to men than a sudden change of fortune.



The continuance of good fortune forms no ground of ultimate security.



Fortune gives too much to many, but to none enough.



Good-fortune comes to some people while they are asleep, i. e., without their seeking it.


Good fortune that comes seldom, comes more welcome.



How often it is, in the twinkling of an eye one vicissitude of fortune follows another.



That which we acquire with most difficulty, we retain the longest; as those who have earned a fortune are usually more careful of it than those who have inherited one.



Fortune knocks once at least at every one's door.


If fortune favors you, do not be too elated; if she frowns, do not despond too much.


Manners often make fortunes.


Fortune sometimes makes quick despatch, and in a day
May strip you bare as beggary itself.




The Result of Fortune:—The generality of men sink in virtue as they rise in fortune.

Sir J. Beaumont.


Don't live in hope with your arms folded. Fortune smiles on those who roll up their sleeves and put their shoulders to the wheel.


Whil'st fortun'd favour'd; friends, you smil'd on me:
But, when she fled, a friend I could not see.




Collins, the freethinker, met a plain countryman going to church. He asked him where he was going. "To church sir." "What to do there?" "To worship God." "Pray, whether is your God a great or little God?" "He is both, sir." "How can He be both?" "He is so great that the heaven of heavens cannot contain Him, and so little that He can dwell in my heart." Collins declared that this simple answer had an effect upon his mind such as all the volumes which learned men had written against him had not.


The bird once out of hand is hard to recover.

From the Danish.



A time like this demands
Strong minds, stout hearts, true faith and ready hands;
Men whom the lust of office cannot kill,
[137]Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy,
Men who possess opinion and a will,
Men who have honor, men who will not lie,
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And scorn his treacherous flatteries without winking,
Tall men, sun crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty, and in private thinking;
For while the rabble with their thumb worn creeds,
Their large professions, and their little deeds
Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps,
Wrong rules the land and waiting Justice sleeps!



He who attacks an absent friend, or who does not defend him when spoken ill of by another—that man is a dark character; beware of him.


Be my friend, and teach me to be thine!



My shadow, wheresoe'er I wend,
Is with me, like a flattering friend.
But chiefly when the sun in June
Is climbing to its highest noon,
My fond attendant closes near,
As I were growing still more dear;
And then, to show its love complete,
Falls even servile at my feet,
Where, proud of place, it scarcely nods
Before the temple of the Gods.
But when the evening sun descends,
It seems to seek for other friends,
[138]Making a dial of the town,
To tell that Timon's day goes down;
And when the stormy night comes on,
I look, and lo! my shade is—gone.

Atlantic Monthly.


Ah, how good it feels;
The hand of an old friend!


If you want enemies, excel others; if you want friends, let others excel you.


A man may have a thousand intimate acquaintances and not a friend among them all. If you have one friend, think yourself happy.


Go slowly to the entertainment of your friends, but quickly to their misfortunes.



Leave a friend! So base I am not. I followed him in his prosperity, when the skies were clear and shining, and will not leave him when storms begin to rise; as gold is tried by the furnace, and the baser metal is shown, so the hollow-hearted friend is known by adversity.



Do not lose sight of old attachments for the sake of making new friendships.


A man who is fond of disputing, will, in time, have few friends to dispute with.




I once had money and a friend,
By both I set great store;
I lent my money to my friend,
He was my friend no more.
If I had my money and my friend,
As I had once before,
I'd keep my money to myself,
And lose my friend no more.

Living Age.


If you have a friend worth loving,
Love him. Yes, and let him know
That you love him, ere life's evening
Tinge his brow with sunset glow;
Why should good words ne'er be said
Of a friend till he is dead?


It is more dishonorable to distrust a friend than to be deceived by him.



No life is so strong and complete, But it sometimes yearns for the smile of a friend.

Wallace Bruce.


He was never a friend who ceased to be so—for a slight cause.



A friend cannot be known in prosperity; and an enemy cannot be hidden in adversity.



When a friend asks, there should be no tomorrow.


The best mirror is an old friend.


I am not of that feather to shake off my friend when he must need me. I do know him, a gentleman that well deserves a help, which he shall have: I'll pay the debt and free him.



A cut or slight from a foe or stranger, may be scarred over, but a stab from a friend you love hardly ever heals.

H. L. Meader.


He that telleth thee that thou art always wrong, may be deceived; but he that saith that thou art always right, is surely not telling the truth.


No man can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend till he is unfortunate.


He that ceases to be a friend never was a good one.



One there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend!
His is love beyond a brother's,
[141] Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!



If you wink at your friend's vices you make them your own.


Without a friend the world is but a wilderness.



Absolute friends are very rare.


Friends, but few on earth, and therefore dear.



It is to chance we owe our relatives, to choice our friends.


Equals make the best friends.


False friends are like our shadows, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.



There are plenty acquaintances in the world, but very few real friends.



By my skill I have got many acquaintances, my manners very many friends.



Friends are lost by calling often, and calling seldom.



We ought always to make choice of persons of such worth and honor for our friends, that, if they should even cease to be so, they will not abuse our confidence, nor give us cause to fear them as enemies.



Let us make the best of our friends while we have them, for how long we shall keep them is uncertain.


Friends are like melons. Shall I tell you why?
To find one good, you must a hundred try.

Claude Mermet.


Friends are sometimes like titled husbands, easy to get, if you have enough money.

H. L. Meader.


Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.


My treasures are my friends.


Without friends, no one would choose to live, even if he had all other good things.



Old friends and old ways ought not to be disdained.




Friends, but few on earth, and therefore dear.



The poor man's assets are his friends.


Purchase not friends by gifts; when thou ceasest to give such will cease to love.




Baxter said:—"I must confess, as the experience of my own soul, that the expectation of loving my friends in heaven principally kindles my love to them while on earth. If I thought I should never know, and consequently never love them after this life, I should number them with temporal things, and love them as such; but I now delightfully converse with my pious friends, in a firm persuasion that I shall converse with them forever; and I take comfort in those that are dead or absent, believing that I shall shortly meet them in heaven, and love them with a heavenly love."


A gift kept back where it was hoped, often separateth chief friends.


Strange to say,—I am the only one of my friends I can rely upon.




There is no living without friends.



True friends anticipate each other's wants.


Friends are sometimes like mushrooms, they spring up in out-of-the-way places.


At the gate of abundance there are many brothers and friends; at the gate of misfortune there is neither brother nor friend.


It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell a man of his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see the stain of sin upon him, and to go to him alone and speak painful truths in touching, tender words,—that is friendship, and a friendship as rare as it is precious.


Henceforth there shall be no other contention betwixt you and me, than which shall outdo the other in point of friendship.


Cultivate your neighbor's friendship; he needs you and you need him.


Friendship often ends in love;
But love, in friendship



Renewed friendships require more care than those that have never been broken.



Need for making Acquaintance.—If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man should keep his friendship in constant repair.

Sam'l Johnson.


Suspicion kills friendship.

Hugh Black.


Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.


What need of years, long years, to prove
The sense of friendship, or of love!


There is truly nothing purer and warmer than our first friendship, our first love.

Jean Paul Richter.


The permanency of most friendships depends upon the continuity of good fortune.


Quickly made friendships, are often eagerly and quickly ended.




Rare is true love: true friendship is still rarer.



Real friendship is like a sheltering tree.


He is my friend that helps me, and not he that pities me.


Friendship has a power
To soothe affliction in her darkest hour.

H. Kirke White.


O summer friendship,
Whose flattering leaves, that shadow'd us in
Our prosperity, with the least gust drop off
In th' autumn of adversity!




Love Him, and keep Him for thy Friend, who, when all go away, will not forsake thee, nor suffer thee to perish at the last.

Thomas A'Kempis.


True friendship is one of the greatest blessings upon earth; it makes the cares and anxieties of life sit easy; provides us with a partner in every affliction to alleviate the burthen, and is a sure resort against every accident and difficulty that can happen.



True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.



Those who speak always and those who never speak, are equally unfit for friendship.


He who never gives advice, and he who never takes it are alike unworthy of friendship.


He who is worthy of friendship at all will remember in his prosperity those who were his friends in his adversity.


Value the friendship of him who stands by you in a storm; swarms of insects will surround you in the sunshine.


No matter how poor and mean a man is, his friendship is worth more than his hate.


Good fruit never comes from a bad tree.



There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven't any myself, but I do like it in others.




Groping for the Door.—O door, so close, yet so far off!

Miss Mulock.


If you would have your name chime melodiously in the ears of future days, cultivate faith, and not doubt, giving unto every man credit for the good he does, and never attribute base motives to beautiful acts.



Future:—The future does not come from before to meet us, but comes streaming up from behind over our heads.



Future—to be met without Fear:—Look not mournfully into the past,—it comes not back again; wisely improve the present,—it is thine; go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear, and with a manly heart.




One thing obtained with difficulty is far better than a hundred things procured with ease.

The Talmud.


Gain, has oft, with treacherous hopes led men to ruin.



Either hand must wash the other;
If you take, then you must give.



Gain has a pleasant odor.


Prefer loss before unjust gain; for that brings grief but once; this forever.



Gain at the expense of reputation should be called loss.


No pains, no gains.



It is impossible to be just, if one is not generous.

Joseph Roux.


Justice should precede generosity.


Generosity should never exceed ability.




Show me the man who can quit the brilliant society of the young and listen to the kindly voice of age, who can hold cheerful converse with one whom years have deprived of charms. Show me the man of generous impulses, who is always ready to help the poor and needy; who treats unprotected maidenhood as he would the heiress surrounded by the protection of rank, riches and family; who never forgets for an instant the delicacy, the respect, that is due a woman in any condition or class. Show me such a man and you show me a gentleman—nay, more, you show me a true Christian.



It's not the gay coat makes the gentleman.


The man who is kind and obliging and is ready to do you a favor without hope of reward, who speaks the truth—is a gentleman,
In any garb,
And wherever he may be found.


Propriety of manners and consideration for others are the two main characteristics of a gentleman.



A friend of mine, not long ago, coming over from Ireland, heard a man asking, in reference to another, who he was. "I don't know," was the reply; "but he's quite a gentleman. He always wears a tall hat." Indeed, there are those who seem to be incapable of valuing their fellow-men by anything except their clothes. A story is told of a Persian prince, which well illustrates such worldliness. Dressed as a poor man, this prince went to a feast. He was pushed here and there, could not get to the table, and had soon to withdraw. On going home, he dressed himself in his best, placing jewelled slippers on his feet, and putting on a cloth-of-gold cloak. Then he returned to the feast, where matters were immediately altered. The guests made room, and the host, rushing up, cried, "Welcome, my lord! What will your lordship please to eat?" The prince's answer was very expressive. Stretching out his foot, so that his slipper sparkled and glittered, he took his golden robe in his hand, [151]and said with bitter irony, "Welcome, my lord coat! welcome, most excellent robe! What will your lordship please to eat? For," said he, turning to his surprised host, "I ought to ask my coat what it will eat, since the welcome was solely to it."


We never teach men to be gentlemen, but we teach them everything else; and they never pique themselves so much on all the rest, as on knowing how to be gentlemen. They pique themselves only on knowing the one thing they have not learnt.


The true gentleman is he who does not plume himself on anything.



Let him speak who received; let the giver hold his peace.


Give freely to him that deserveth well and asketh nothing; and that is a way of giving to thyself.



Better a penny given with a smile than a pound given with a frown.


To give so as to bestow a favor and not create an obligation, is a delicate art.


He gives twice who gives quickly, according to the proverb; but a gift not only given quickly but unexpectedly, is the most welcome of all.



He who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers, and ceases when he has no more to say, is in possession of some of the best mental gifts of mankind.



The best of gifts to mortal man is health;
The next, the bloom of beauty's matchless flower;
The third is blameless and unfraudful wealth;
The fourth with friends to use youth's joyous hour.




Fare thee well, love, fare thee well,
From the world I pass away,
Where the brightest things that dwell
All deceive and all decay;
Cheerfully I fall asleep
As by some mysterious spell,
Yet I weep to see thee weep—
Fare thee well, love, fare thee well!
Tell of me, love, tell of me,
Not amid the heartless throng,
Not when passion bends the knee,
Not where pleasure trills the song.
But when some most cherish'd one
By your side at 'eve shall be,
Ere your twilight tales are done,
Tell of me, love, tell of me!
[153] Leave me now, love, leave me now,
Not with sorrow, not with sighs,
Not with clouds, love, on thy brow,
Not with tears, love, in thine eyes.
We shall meet, we know not where,
And be blest, we dream not how,
With a kiss and with a prayer
Leave me now, love, leave me now!

By Winthrop M. Praed.



Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man!
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see,
And hang the head as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent.
Men, when their affairs require,
Must awhile themselves retire;
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk:——
If these and such-like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear!

Thomas Campion.



The Princess of Wales has decided views on the education of children. Her Royal Highness, it appears, strongly objects to "cramming" children with useless learning, which she declares is a mere waste of time.

The Princess considers it harmful to force a child in studies which are distasteful to it, and that the child should [154]be allowed to abandon that study, and take up one it likes better.

Similarly, she disapproves of advanced arithmetic for girls. She considers that all that most girls need ever know about arithmetic, is addition and subtraction, "enough to know how to do their housekeeping and pay their debts," she says.

London Paper.


No one can give what he has not.



Not every one that dances is glad.




Is an emblem of human life. Behold! how swiftly the sands run, and how rapidly our lives are drawing to a close! We cannot, without astonishment, behold the little particles which are contained in this machine; how they pass away almost imperceptibly! And yet, to our surprise, in the short space of an hour, they are all exhausted. Thus wastes man! To-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope; to-morrow, blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him; the next day comes a frost, which nips the shoot; and when he thinks his greatness is still aspiring, he falls, like autumn leaves, to enrich our mother earth.


The Greatness of God.—Said Dr. Guthrie, "If philosophy is to be believed, our world is but an outlying corner of creation; bearing, perhaps, as small a proportion to the great universe, as a single grain bears to all the sands of the seashore, or one small quivering leaf to the foliage of a boundless [155]forest." Yet even within this earth's narrow limits, how vast the work of Providence! How soon is the mind lost in contemplating it! How great that Being whose hand paints every flower, and shapes every leaf; who forms every bud on every tree; who feeds each crawling worm with a parent's care, and watches like a mother over the insect that sleeps away the night in the bosom of a flower; who throws open the golden gates of day, and draws around a sleeping world the dusky curtains of the night; who measures out the drops of every shower, the whirling snowflakes, and the sands of man's eventful life; who determines alike the fall of a sparrow and the fate of a kingdom; and so overrules the tide of human fortunes, that whatever befall him, come joy or sorrow, the believer says—"It is the Lord; let Him do what seemeth Him good."


But as it is written, "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him."

I Cor. 2, 9v.


Every little blade of grass declareth the presence of God.

From the Latin.



Rest and be still:
Nought happens thee but of His blessed will.
There's not a wind that blows,
There's not a lily grows
Without His bidding—and His child shall He
Forget and leave uncomforted? Nay, see
How not a small brown sparrow (sorry thing!)
Without His hand can droop or raise a wing!
[156]And thou art better far unto thy God!
Lo! if He calls thee to a way untrod
Where stones and rugged places tear thy feet,
And bitter herbs alone are for thy meat,
Or if He set thee high, and with a song
Fill thy rejoicing mouth, and make thee strong;
Yet know thou this: He loves thee just as dear
When dimpling laughter lights thy face, or tear
With bitter tear goes chasing down thy cheek,
And thy poor heart may break but cannot speak!
Rest and be still.
God hath not good and ill.
All that He sends is good, altho' our eye
For weeping scarce His rainbow can descry.
He is our Father, and His name is Love.
E'en when thy grief is greatest—look above!
Look up! look up! and thou shalt surely see
A Father's loving face down-bent to thee!



The more a man denies himself, the more he shall obtain from God.




The following beautiful lines were composed in 1779, by a distinguished scholar—at the time partially insane.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were the whole earth of parchment made,
Were every single stick a quill,
Were every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God alone,
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor would the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from earth to sky.



Whoever devotes himself to the veneration of God, whatever road he may choose, will come to God, and that the means to this, is, to avoid hurting any living being.

Be true and thou shalt be free;
Truth belongs to thee, and thy success to the creator.

From the Persian.
By David Shea and A. Troy.


Who comes to God an inch, through doubtings dim,
In blazing light God will
Advance a mile to him.

Sayings of Rabia.


A gold key is apt to open every door.




If I should see
A brother languishing in sore distress,
And I should turn and leave him comfortless
When I might be
A messenger of hope and happiness—
How could I ask to have what I denied
In my own hour of bitterness supplied?
If I might share
A brother's load along the dusty way,
And I should turn and walk alone that day—
How could I dare,
When, in the evening watch, I knelt to pray
To ask for help to bear my pain and loss,
If I had heeded not my brother's cross?
[158] And so I know
That day is lost wherein I fail to lend
A helping hand to some wayfaring friend;
But if it show
A burden lightened by the cheer I sent,
Then do I hold the golden hours well spent,
And lay me down to sleep in sweet content.



"As an illustration of the enthusiasm with which golf is pursued by its votaries," says Harper's Weekly, "the following anecdote is told of a well known Scotch author, and a young friend of his. The two had spent the whole day on the links, and had had some close and exciting matches; as they left for home the elder man remarked:

"'Do you think ye could play again to-morrow, laddie?'

"'Well,' answered the youth, 'I was going to be married to-morrow, but I can put it off.'"


All things come round to him who will but wait and work.


Every person is responsible for all the good within the scope of his abilities.


Doing good is the only certainly happy action of a man's life.

Sir P. Sidney.


The pleasure of doing good is the only one that never wears out.



The good we have received from a man requires us to be tender of the evil he does us.


Seeking others' good, we find our own.


What is the difference between being good and bad? The good do not yield to temptations, and the bad do.

The definition was so simple and so wise, that Leonard was more struck with it than he might have been by an elaborate sermon.

Sir E. B. Lytton, Bart.



And as each day, that ne'er returns,
But joins the past,
Comes and goes by, the rich man toils
Hard at his task,—
No time for thought or anything
But just his wealth.
Can he be dreaming life's for aye?
Now fails his health,
And death comes in and beckons him away.
Good that was in his hands to do,
He left undone,
Forgetting, in his race for wealth,
Life's setting sun!
His thoughts all lay in how to make
One dollar seven:
And then, too late, he found, for gold
There's no demand in heaven.




"Farewell! farewell!" is often heard
From the lips of those who part:
'Tis a whispered tone,—'tis a gentle word,
But it springs not from the heart.
It may serve for the lover's closing lay,
To be sung 'neath a summer sky;
But give to me the lips that say
The honest words, "Good-by!"
"Adieu! adieu!" may greet the ear,
In the guise of courtly speech:
But when we leave the kind and dear,
'Tis not what the soul would teach.
Whene'er we grasp the hands of those
We would have forever nigh,
The flame of friendship bursts and glows
In the warm, frank words, "Good-by."
The mother, sending forth her child
To meet with cares and strife,
Breathes through her tears, her doubts, and fears
For the loved one's future life.
No cold "adieu," no "farewell," lives
Within her choking sigh,
But the deepest sob of anguish gives,
"God bless, thee, boy! 'Good-by!'"



The sign of goodness in the young is to love the old; and in the old to love the young.



To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Sir Walter Scott.


The Cross is the guarantee of the Gospel; therefore it has been its standard.



There is so much bad in the best of us,
And so much good in the worst of us,
That it hardly behooves any of us,
To talk about the rest of us.

Robert Louis Stevenson.


Leviticus xix. 16.—"Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people."

At a small town in ——shire lives a decent honest woman, who has for more than forty years gained her livelihood by washing in gentlemen's families. She gives the highest satisfaction to all her employers, and has, in several instances, been the whole of that time in the employ of the same families. Indeed, those whom she has once served never wish to part with her. She has one distinguishing excellency, it is this: through all this course of years,—forty—she has never been known, by either mistress or servant, to repeat in one house what was said or done in another.

John Whitecross, Edinburgh, 1835.


Tale-bearers, as I said before, are just as bad as the tale-makers.




The inquisitive are the funnels of conversation; they do not take in anything for their own use, but merely to pass it to others.



What future misery ought they to endure who talk of what is not good in others.

Chinese Maxim.


If families have no sons devoted to letters, whence are the governors of the people to come?

(Necessity for general education.)



He governs best who governs least.




Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some that want it, but canna get it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.




The king of one of the Friendly Islands became a Christian, and once went on board of a British vessel, where he was invited to dine with the officers. Observing he did not taste his food, the Captain inquired the cause; when the simple native replied, that he was waiting for the blessing to be asked. All felt rebuked, and the king was desired to say grace, which he did with becoming solemnity.



Expect not praise from the mean,
Neither gratitude from the selfish.



Your bounty is beyond my speaking;
But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you;
And when it melts before the throne of mercy,
My fervent soul shall breathe one tear for you,
That heaven will pay you back, when most you need,
The grace and goodness you have shown to me.


God judges your gratitude more by your hands than by your hymns.


Many a thanksgiving sermon mistakes glorification of self for gratitude to God.


May we look around us with pleasure,
And above us with gratitude.



Nought so becomes a man as gratitude
For good received; Noble deeds are still
The offspring of benevolence, whilst he
With whom remembrance dies of blessings past
Is vile and worthless.

Sophocles, born 496, B. C.



It is much better to make presents in articles than in money, because gratitude for the latter is spent as soon as that is.

Jean Paul Richter.


Gratitude, we find in the dictionary, but not often in the heart of man.


When the tree is felled, its shadows disappear.

(Desertion of the great by their parasites.)




(From a letter addressed to the Countess of Essex on the loss of her only daughter.)

"I know no duty in religion more generally agreed on, nor more justly required by God Almighty, than a perfect submission to His will in all things; nor do I think any disposition of mind can either please Him more, or become us better, than that of being satisfied with all He gives, and contented with all He takes away. None, I am sure, can be of more honor to God, nor of more ease to ourselves. For, if we consider Him as our Maker, we cannot contend with Him; if as our Father, we ought not to distrust Him: so that we may be confident whatever He does is intended for good; and whatever happens that we interpret otherwise, yet we can get nothing by repining, nor save anything by resisting.

Submission is the only way of reasoning between a creature and its Maker; and contentment in His will is the greatest duty we can pretend to, and the best remedy we can apply to all our misfortunes."




Leave all to God,
Forsaken one, and stay thy tears;
For the Highest knows thy pain,
Sees thy sufferings and thy fears;
Thou shalt not wait His help in vain;
Leave all to God!
Be still and trust!
For His strokes are strokes of love,
Thou must for thy profit bear;
He thy filial fear would move,
Trust thy Father's loving care,
Be still and trust!
Know God is near!
Though thou think Him far away,
Though His mercy long have slept,
He will come and not delay,
When His child enough hath wept,
For God is near!
Oh, teach Him not
When and how to hear thy prayers;
Never doth our God forget;
He the cross who longest bears
Finds his sorrows' bounds are set;
Then teach Him not!
If thou love Him,
Walking truly in His ways,
Then no trouble, cross or death
E'er shall silence faith and praise;
All things serve thee here beneath,
If thou love God.

From the German of Anton Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick, 1667. Translation of Catherine Winkworth, 1855.



He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before it is necessary.



"A great Latin poet said nearly two thousand years ago:

'If you would draw tears from the eyes of others,
Yourself the sign of grief must show.'"

From W. J. Bryan's speech in Japan.


They truly mourn that mourn without a witness.

R. Baron.


There is no grief that time will not soften.



He mourns indeed who mourns when he's alone.


"Maybe the remark of a child I once overheard helped me to learn to complain and grumble as little as possible," said Dr. Burt. "While I was studying at Wilbraham Academy I spent a few days with this child's father, a good man but a chronic growler. We were all sitting in the parlor one night, when the question of food arose. The child, a little girl, told cleverly what each member of the household liked best. Finally it came to the father's turn to be described as to his favorite dish.

'And what do I like, Lucy, my pet?' he said, laughingly.

'You,' said the little girl, slowly—'well, papa, dear, you like most anything we haven't got.'"


Guilt is always cowardly.

From the Latin.



Dr. Guthrie tells an anecdote in which he humorously introduces a Brechin citizen, alive in his youthful days:—"An honest countryman came one day to Mr. Linton (head master of the grammar school) with a halflin[807:A], a long, empty chap, who had taken it into his head that he would have some little learning. Said the father, 'Mr. Linton, ye see, my laddie's fond o' lear'[807:B], and I'm thinking o' makin' a scholar o' him.' 'But,' said Mr. Linton, looking at the youth, and not seeing any sign that there was much in him, 'What are you to make of him?' 'You see, Mr. Linton,' rejoined the father—and it showed how sound the old Scotchman was—'if he gets grace, we'll make a minister o' him!' 'Oh, but,' says Mr. Linton, 'if he does not get grace, what will you make of him then?' 'Weel, in that case,' said the parent, 'if he disna get grace, we'll just mak' a dominie o' him! '"

From Memoir.


[807:A] Half-grown.

[807:B] Learning.


Dr. Guthrie to his Son: "I saw an adage yesterday, in a medical magazine, which is well worth your remembering and acting on, it is this wise saying of the great Lord Bacon's:—'Who asks much learns much.' I remember the day when I did not like by asking, to confess my ignorance. I have long given up that, and now seize on every opportunity of adding to my stock of knowledge."

From Memoir of Dr. Guthrie.





Ha, is an exclamation denoting surprise or joy; ah, an exclamation expressive of pity or grief.



How use doth breed a habit in a man!—




Penn was once advising a man to leave off his habit of drinking intoxicating liquors.

"Can you tell me how to do it?" said the slave of his appetite.

"Yes," answered Penn. "It is just as easy as to open thy hand, friend."

"Convince me of that and I will promise, upon my honor, to do as you tell me."

"Well, my friend," said the great Quaker, "when thou findest any vessel of intoxicating liquor in thy hand, open the hand that grasps it before it reaches thy mouth, and thou wilt never be drunk again."

The man was so pleased with the plain advice that he followed it.

Monthly Magazine.


You need not wrestle and strive with the old habit, only just be persistent in forming the good one, and the bad one will take care of itself.




Habit is like a cable; we weave a thread of it every day, and at last we cannot break it.

Horace Mann.


No man is free who is a slave to any kind of useless habit.



Habit, if not resisted soon, becomes necessity.

St. Augustine.


Habit with him was all the test of truth,
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."




A painter, desiring to paint a picture of Innocence, found a beautiful boy playing at the side of a stream, who became his model. He painted him kneeling, with his hands clasped in prayer. The picture was prized as a very beautiful one. Years passed away, and the artist became an old man. He had often thought of painting a counterpart, the picture of guilt, as a companion to the other; and at last he executed it. He went to a neighboring prison, and there selected the most degraded and repulsive man he could find. His body and eye were wasted; vice was visible in his very face. But what was the artist's surprise when, on questioning the man as to his history, he found that it was he who, as a lovely boy, had kneeled for him as the model of Innocence! Evil habits had gradually changed him, not only in heart and mind, but in face and form.



All habits gather by unseen degrees.
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Dryden: Ovid.


Old habits are hard to break; new habits are hard to make.


Taste may change; our inclinations never change.


Habits are soon assumed—acquired—but when we strive to strip them off,—if of long standing—'tis being flayed alive!



To stop the hand, is the way to stop the mouth.
(If a man will not work, neither shall he eat.)




The hands are, by the very instincts of humanity, raised in prayer; clasped in affection; wrung in despair; pressed on the forehead when the soul is "perplexed in the extreme;" drawn inward, to invite; thrust forth objectively, to repel; the fingers point to indicate, and are snapped in disdain; the palm is laid upon the heart, in invocation of subdued feeling, and on the brow of the compassioned in benediction. The expressive capacity of the hands was never more strikingly displayed than in the orisons (prayer) of the deaf and dumb. Their teacher stood with closed eyes, and addressing the Deity by those signs made with the fingers which constitute a language for the speechless. [171]Around him were grouped more than a hundred mutes, following with reverent glances every motion. It was a visible, but not an audible, worship.



A dispute arose among three ladies as to which had the most beautiful hands. One sat by a stream, and dipped her hand into the water and held it up; another plucked strawberries until the ends of her fingers were pink; and a third gathered violets until her hands were fragrant. An old, haggard woman, passing by, asked, "Who will give me a gift, for I am poor?" all three denied her; but another who sat near, unwashed in the stream, unstained with fruit, unadorned with flowers or perfume, gave her a little gift, and satisfied the poor woman. Then the woman asked them what was the subject of their dispute; and they told her, and lifted up before her their beautiful hands. "Beautiful indeed!" she exclaimed, as she saw them. But when they asked her which was the most beautiful, she said: "It is not the hand that is washed clean in the brook; it is not the hand that is coloured with crimson tints; it is not the hand that is perfumed with fragrant flowers; but the hand that gives to the poor, that is the most beautiful."



True happiness
Consists not in the multitude of friends,
But in the worth and choice: nor would I have
Them popular:
Let them be good that love me, though but few.

Ben Jonson.



Happiness consists in being perfectly satisfied with what we have got, and with what we haven't got.


Happiness consists not in possessing much, but in being content with what we possess. He who wants little, always has enough.


A cottage will hold as much happiness as would stock a palace.



With "gentleness" his own character, "comfort" in his house, and "good temper" in his wife, the earthly felicity of man may be said to be complete.

From the German.


What dangers threaten a great reputation!
Far happier the man of lowly station.


We are happy in this world just in proportion as we make others happy.



I think you the happiest couple in the world; for you are not only happy in one another, but happy in yourselves, and by yourselves.



Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven; and every countenance bright with smiles, and glowing [173]with innocent enjoyment, is a mirror transmitting to others the rays of a supreme and ever-shining benevolence.

Washington Irving.


To rejoice in the happiness of others is to make it our own; to produce it, is to make it more than our own. There is happiness in the very wish to make others happy.

Dr. Chalmers.


Unmixed happiness is not to be found in this world.


Hatred always hurts the hater most of all.


It is the nature of the human disposition to hate him whom you have injured.



I am almost frozen by the distance you are from me.


If a man makes me keep my distance, the comfort is, he keeps his at the same time.


Health is rightly appreciated only when we are sick.

German Proverb.


A man too busy to take care of his health is like a mechanic too busy to take care of his tools.



He that is well does not know how rich he is.
Better a healthy beggar, than a sick king.

German Proverb.


It is better to have less wealth and more health.


Health is so necessary to all duties, as well as pleasures of life, that the crime of squandering it is equal to the folly.



Thou chiefest good,
Bestow'd by Heaven, but seldom understood.



The only way for a rich man to be healthy is, by exercise and abstinence, to live as if he were poor.

Sir W. Temple.


An innocent heart suspects no guile.




Dr. Mitchell of Philadelphia, in lecturing to his pupils upon the diseases of the heart, narrated an anecdote to prove that the expression "broken heart" was not merely figurative. On one occasion, in the early period of his life, he accompanied, as surgeon, a packet that sailed from Liverpool to one of the American ports. The captain frequently conversed with him respecting a lady who had promised to [175]become his bride on his return from that voyage. Upon this subject he evinced great warmth of feeling, and showed Dr. Mitchell some costly jewels, ornaments, etc., which he intended to present as bridal presents. On reaching his destination, he was abruptly informed that the lady had married some one else. Instantly the captain was observed to clap his hand to his breast, and fall heavily to the ground. He was taken up, and conveyed to his cabin on board the vessel. Dr. Mitchell was immediately summoned; but, before he reached the poor captain, he was dead. A postmortem examination revealed the cause of his unfortunate disease. His heart was found literally torn in twain! The tremendous propulsion of blood, consequent upon such a violent nervous shock, forced the powerful muscle tissues asunder, and life was at an end. The heart was broken.


Every heart has its secret sorrow, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.



To know, to esteem, to love,—and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart.



Some men's hearts are as great as the world, and still have no room in them to hold the memory of a wrong.


How small is the human heart, and yet even there, God enters in.




Ragged, uncomely, and old and gray,
A woman walked in a Scottish town;
And through the crowd, as she wound her way,
One saw her loiter and then stoop down,
Putting something away in her old, torn gown.
"You are hiding a jewel!" the watcher said—
(Ah, that was her heart, had the truth been read.)
"What have you stolen?" he asked again;
Then the dim eyes filled with a sudden pain,
And under the flickering light of the gas
She showed him her gleaning. "It's broken glass,"
She said. "I hae lifted it up frae the street
To be oot o' the rood o' the bairnies' feet!"
Under the fluttering rags astir
That was a royal heart that beat!
Would that the world had more like her
Smoothing the road for its bairnies' feet!

W. H. Ogilvie.



Ye who know the reason, tell me
How is it that instinct
Prompts the heart to like or not like
At its own capricious will?
Tell me by what hidden magic
Our impressions first are led
Into liking or disliking,
Oft before a word is said?
[177] Why should smiles sometimes repel us?
Bright eyes turn our feelings cold?
What is it that comes to tell us
All that glitters is not gold?
Oh! no feature, plain or striking,
But a power we cannot shun
Prompts our liking and disliking,
Ere acquaintance hath begun.
Is it instinct? or some spirit
Which protects us, and controls
Every impulse we inherit,
By some sympathy of souls?
Is it instinct? is it nature?
Or some freak or fault of chance,
Which our liking or disliking
Limits to a single glance?
Like presentiment of danger,
Though the sky no shadow flings;
Or that inner sense, still stranger,
Of unseen, unuttered things?
Is it? oh! can no one tell me,
No one show sufficient cause
Why our likings and dislikings
Have their own instinctive laws?


The Bitterness of Estrangement.—To be estranged from one whom we have tenderly and constantly loved, is one of the bitterest trials the heart can ever know.



There is no place where weeds do not grow, and there is no heart where errors are not to be found.



We open the hearts of others when we open our own.


Earth hath nothing more tender than a woman's heart, when it is the abode of piety.


And yet when all is thought and said,
The heart still overrules the head.


The All-Seeing Eye, whom the sun, moon and stars obey, and under whose watchful care even comets perform their stupendous revolutions—pervades the inmost recesses of the human heart, and will reward us according to our merits.


There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.


To meet, to know, to love—and then to part,
Is the sad tale of many a human heart.



The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's (bird of the hawk kind) dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it.





The heart resembles the ocean! has storm, and ebb and flow;
And many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.



The turnpike-road to people's hearts, I find,
Lies through their mouths; or I mistake mankind.

Dr. Warton.


The merry heart goes all the day,
While a sad one tires in a mile-a.




Alas! how slight a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love—
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fell off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When the ocean was all tranquility!
A something light as air—a look—
A word unkind or wrongly taken;
Oh, love that tempests never shook,
A breath—a touch like this hath shaken.

Thomas Moore.


Men, as well as women, are much oftener led by their hearts than by their understandings; indeed nine times in ten it is so.




If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!



Let others seek earth's honors; be it mine
One law to cherish, and to track one line—
Straight on towards heaven to press with single bent,
To know and love my God, and then to die content.



Many a man who prides himself on doing a cash business, regards his debts to Heaven with indifference.



"Of the positive joys of heaven we can form no conception; but its negative delights form a sufficiently attractive picture,—no pain; no thirst; no hunger; no horror of the past; no fear of the future; no failure of mental capacity; no intellectual deficiency; no morbid imaginations; no follies; no stupidities; but above all, no insulted feelings; no wounded affections; no despised love or unrequited regard; no hate, envy, jealousy, or indignation of or at others; no falsehood, dishonesty, dissimulation, hypocrisy, grief or remorse. In a word," said Professor Wilson, "to end where I began, no sin and no suffering."




O how unlike the complex works of man,
Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan!
No clustering ornaments to clog the pile;
From ostentation, as from weakness free,
It stands majestic in its own simplicity.
Inscribed above the portal, from afar,
Conspicuous as the brightness of a star,
Legible only by the light they give,
Stand the soul-quickening words—Believe and Live.
Too many, shocked at what should charm them most,
Despise the plain direction, and are lost.
Heaven on such terms! (they cry with proud disdain,)
Incredible impossible, and vain!
Rebel, because 'tis easy to obey;
And scorn, for its own sake, the gracious way.



A beautiful reply is recorded of a peasant, whose master was displaying to him the grandeur of his estates. Farms, houses, and forests were pointed out in succession, on every hand, as the property of the rich proprietor, who summed up finally by saying, "In short, all that you can see, in every direction, belongs to me." The poor man looked thoughtful for a moment; then, pointing up to heaven, solemnly replied, "And is that, also, thine?"



"I hear thee speak of the better land,
Thou callest its children a happy band:
Mother! oh where is that radiant shore?
[182] Shall we not seek it and weep no more?
Is it where the flower of the orange blows,
And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?"
"Not there, not there, my child!"
"Is it where the feathery palm trees rise,
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?
Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas,
Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?"
"Not there, not there, my child!"
"Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold?—
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand?
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?"
"Not there, not there, my child!"
"Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair—
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!"

Mrs. Hemans.


Plants look up in heaven, from whence
They have their nourishment.


Help, when we meet them,
Lame dogs over stiles.



It is not enough to help an erring brother out of the mire,—we must help to get him upon a rock.


History is little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.



My precept to all who build is, that the owner should be an ornament to the house, and not the house to the owner.




Cling to thy home! if there the meanest shed
Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head,
And some poor plot, with vegetables stored,
Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board,—
Unsavory bread, and herbs that scattered grow
Wild on the river brink or mountain brow,
Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide
More heart's repose than all the world beside.

From the Greek of Leonidas.



Having offered a prize for the best definition of "Home," London Tit-Bits recently received more than five thousand answers. Among those which were adjudged the best were the definitions as follows:

A world of strife shut out, a world of love shut in.

Home is the blossom of which heaven is the fruit.

[184] The best place for a married man after business hours.

Home is the coziest, kindliest, sweetest place in all the world; the scene of our purest earthly joys, and deepest sorrows.

The place where the great are sometimes small, and the small often great.

The father's kingdom, the children's paradise, the mother's world.


The ornaments of a home are the friends who frequent it.



God hath often a great share in a little house, and but a little share in a great one.


Home is the grandest of all institutions.



Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble, and full of care;
To stay at home is best.



There's little pleasure in the house when our gudeman's awa'.

W. J. Mickle.



How many fine, well furnished and pretentious houses we now see around us, occupied and owned by successful people, in which there is hardly a market-basket full of books! Evidently showing that the material is of more importance than the intellectual.



We neglect the things which are placed before our eyes, and regardless of what is within our reach, we pursue whatever is remote. This is frequently and properly applied to the rage for visiting foreign countries, in those who are absolutely unacquainted with their own.

Abroad to see wonders the traveler goes,
And neglects the fine things which lie under his nose.


A man without a home is like a bird without a nest.


Many a home is nothing but a furnished house.



Travel is instructive and pleasant, but after all there is nothing so enjoyable as the independence and the luxury of one's own home. Travel is pleasant, but home is delightful!


Without hearts, there is no home.




A man unconnected is at home everywhere; unless he may be said to be at home nowhere.

Dr. Sam'l Johnson.



He enter'd in his house—his home no more,
For without hearts there is no home—and felt
The solitude of passing his own door
Without a welcome.



Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.




There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside;
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons emparadise the night;—
There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride,
While in his softened looks benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend;—
"Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found?"
Art thou a man?—a patriot?—look around!
O, thou shalt find, where'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home!

Sir Walter Scott.



It is a great happiness, if after being absent from home for a time you find no troubles awaiting your return.


Filling a house with bargains is apt to keep a couple from owning the house in which they place them.


'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.



My house, my house, though thou art small,
Thou art to me a palace.



This is the true nature of home—it is the place of Peace; the shelter not only from all injury, but from all terror, doubt and division. In so far as it is not this, it is not home; so far as the anxieties of the outer life penetrate into it *  *  * it ceases to be home; it is then only a part of that outer world which you have roofed over and lighted fire in.

John Ruskin.



He seeks the tranquil scenes of early days,
Leaving the dazzling haunts of vain ambition;
And now, he longs to meet a kindly gaze
And hear a warm and cheering recognition.
[188]How changed he seems! Though still in manhood's prime,
Long hath he striven with care, want, and danger;
Their iron grasp has wrought the work of Time,
And all who view him, deem him as a stranger.
He meets with one who knew him when a boy:
How oft, beneath yon trees, in summer weather,
They sat, and pictured scenes of future joy,
When they should tread the far-off world together!
They stand upon the old familiar spot:
One feels long vanished memories steal o'er him;
The other sees, yet recognizes not
His blithe companion in the form before him.
Next comes a friend who in his wavering youth
His footsteps had upheld with patient guiding;
Wise in his counsel, steadfast in his truth,
Prompt in his praise, and gracious in his chiding.
Hath he, indeed, discarded from his mind
The object of his care and admonition?
He hath not—yet he casts no glance behind;
The wanderer fails to make his recognition.
What, doth his image live indeed with none?
Have all expelled him from their recollection?
Lo! a sweet lady comes—the cherished one
To whom he breathed his vows of young affection.
He views her—she has lost the airy grace
And mantling bloom that won his boyish duty;
And yet a winning charm pervades her face,
In the calm radiance of its mellowed beauty.
Can she forget? Though others pass him by,
Failing his former features to discover,
Will not her faithful heart instruct her eye
To recognize her dear, her long-lost lover?
[189]Oh! in that grief-worn man, no trace remains
Of the gay, gallant youth from whom she parted;
A brief and careless glance alone she deigns
To the poor sufferer, chilled and broken-hearted;
Who feels as though condemned to lead henceforth
A strange, a sad, a separate existence,
Gazing awhile on those he loves on earth,
But to behold them fading in the distance.
Lo! a pale matron comes, with quiet pace,
And aspect of subdued and gentle sadness;—
Fondly she clasps him in a warm embrace,
And greets him with a burst of grateful gladness!
"Praise be to Heaven!" the weary wanderer cries,
"All human love is not a mocking vision:
Through every change, in every varied guise,
The son still claims his mother's recognition!"

From the Danish, by Mrs. Abdy.



Home's not merely four square walls,
Though with pictures hung and gilded;
Home is where affection calls,
Filled with shrines the heart hath builded!
Home! go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing 'neath the heaven above us;
Home is where there's one to love!
Home is where there's one to love us!
Home's not merely roof and room,
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind lip to cheer it!
[190]What is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet,—and only sweet—
When there's one we love to meet us.


Beware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on a human being whose affections are without a tap-root!



I am as homeless as the wind that moans
And wanders through the streets.




When I was a young man, there lived in our neighborhood one who was universally reported to be a very liberal man, and uncommonly upright in his dealings. When he had any of the produce of his farm to dispose of, he made it an invariable rule to give good measure, over good, rather more than could be required of him. One of his friends, observing him frequently doing so, questioned him why he did it, told him he gave too much, and said it would not be to his own advantage. Now mark the answer of this man. "God Almighty has permitted me but one journey through the world; and when gone I cannot return to rectify mistakes."


To be honest and faithful is to belong to the only aristocracy in the world—and the smallest.

Israel Zangwill.




On one occasion the first Napoleon being informed that a certain army contractor had cheated the government by supplying the troops with very inferior and insufficient food, sent for him to inquire into the affair. "How is this?" said the Emperor: "I understand you have been violating your contract." "Sire," was the answer, "I must live." "No," replied the monarch, "I do not see the must. It is not necessary that you should live; but it is necessary that you should do right."


Too much assertion gives ground of suspicion; truth and honesty have no need of loud protestations.



Can any one who was present ever forget the broken voice and streaming tears with which he (Dean Stanley) told the story of two little Scotch boys, Reuben and Sandy? The story was as follows: "On a cold winter day, a gentleman in Edinburgh had, out of pity, bought a box of matches from a poor, little, shivering boy, and, as he had no pence, had given him a shilling, of which the change was to be brought to his hotel. Hours passed by, and the boy did not return. Very late in the evening a mere child came to the hotel. 'Are you the gentleman that bought the matches frae Sandy?' 'Yes.' 'Well, then, here's fourpence out o' yer' shillin'; Sandy canna come. He's verra ill. A cart ran over him and knocked him doon, and he lost his bonnet and his matches and yer sevenpence, and baith his legs are broken, and the doctor says he'll dee; and that's a'.' And then, putting down the fourpence on the table, the [192]poor child burst into great sobs. 'So I fed the little man,' said the narrator; 'and I went with him to see Sandy. The two little things were living almost alone; their father and mother were dead. Poor Sandy was lying on a bundle of shavings. He knew me as soon as I came in, and said, 'I got the change, sir, and was coming back, and then the cart knocked me down, and both my legs were broken; and oh, Reuby, little Reuby, I am sure I am dying, and who will take care of you when I am gone? What will ye do?' 'I took his hand, and said I would always take care of Reuby. He understood me, and had just strength enough to look up as if to thank me; the light went out of his blue eyes. In a moment,

He lay within the light of God,
Like a babe upon the breast,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.'"


Honesty.—If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.

Dr. Johnson.


The birthplace of a man does him no honor,
But a man may do honor to his birthplace.


He, the Duke of Devonshire, was not a man of superior abilities, but was a man strictly faithful to his word. If, for instance, he had promised you an acorn, and none had grown that year in his woods, he would not have contented himself with that excuse: he would have sent to Denmark for it, so unconditional was he in keeping his word—so high as to the point of honor.

Boswell's Life of Johnson.



Honor is like the eye which cannot suffer the least injury without damage; it is a precious stone, the price of which is lessened by the least flaw.




A poor man claimed a house which a rich man had seized. The former produced his deeds and instruments to prove his right, but the latter had provided a number of witnesses; and, to support their evidence the more effectually, he secretly presented the cadi with a bag containing five hundred ducats, which the cadi received. When it came to a hearing, the poor man told his story and produced his writings, but lacked witnesses. The other, provided with witnesses, laid his whole stress on them and on his adversary's defective law, who could produce none; he, therefore, urged the cadi to give sentence in his favor. After the most pressing solicitations, the judge calmly drew from beneath his sofa the bag of five hundred ducats, which the rich man had given him as a bribe, saying to him very gravely, "You have been much mistaken in the suit; for if the poor man could produce no witnesses in confirmation of his right, I, myself, can furnish him with at least five hundred." He threw him the bag with reproach and indignation and decreed the house to the poor plaintiff.


What greater ornament is there to a son than a father's glory; or what to a father than a son's honorable conduct?


The honor is overpaid,
When he that did the act is commentator.




By Hook or Crook.—This saying is probably derived from a forest custom. Persons entitled to fuel wood in the king's forest were only authorized to take it of the dead wood or branches of trees in the forest, "with a cart, a hook, and a crook."

From Mulledulcia.


Who bids me hope, and in that charming word
Has peace and transport to my soul restor'd.

Lord Lyttleton.


In all things it is better to hope than to despair.



How often disappointment tracks
The steps of hope!

Miss Landon.


He that lives upon hopes will die fasting.


Hoping is the finest sort of courage and you can never have enough of it.

C. Wagner.


Who loses money, loses much;
Who loses friends, loses more;
Who loses hope, loses all: for he that wants hope is the poorest man alive.


Were it no for hope the heart wad break.



Our hopes often end in—hopes.



The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.



Hope is sometimes a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.


So we do but live,
There's hope.



Hope.—"Hast thou hope?" they asked of John Knox, when he lay a-dying. He spoke nothing, but "raised his finger and pointed upward," and so died.




You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will do
All that is in my power to honor you.

P. B. Shelley.


All our sweetest hours fly fastest.




We leave
Our home in youth—no matter to what end—
Study—or strife—or pleasure, or what not;
And coming back in few short years, we find
[196]All as we left it outside: the old elms,
The house, the grass, gates, and latchet's self-same click:
But, lift that latchet,—
Alas! all is changed as doom.

Bailey: Festus.



Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear,
And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea,
And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters;
And so right many fair things I might praise;
Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair
As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten,
To see the light of babes about the house.



Often, old houses mended,
Cost more than new, before they're ended.

Colley Cibber.


Though we should be grateful for good homes, there is no house like God's out-of-doors.

Robert Louis Stevenson.


Boswell: "I happened to start a question, whether, when a man knows that some of his intimate friends are invited to the house of another friend with whom they are all equally intimate, he may join them without an invitation." Johnson: "No, sir, he is not to go when he is not invited. They may be invited on purpose to abuse him"—smiling.



Houses are built to live in more than to look on; therefore let use be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had.



It's an unhappy household where all the smiles are dispensed in society and all the frowns at home.


He has no religion who has no humanity.


Our humanity were a poor thing, but for the Divinity that stirs within us.



With the humble there is perpetual peace.



When you see an ear of corn holding itself very high (or a human head) you may be sure there is nothing in it. The full ear is the lowliest; the full head the most humble.


Humility is the root, mother, nurse, foundation, and bond of all virtue.



Hunger is the mother of impatience and anger.



They must hunger in frost who spring-time have lost.




The full stomach cannot comprehend the hungry one.


Wait is a hard word to the hungry.

From the German.



Faithful—as dog, the lonely shepherd's pride;
True—as the helm, the bark's protecting guide;
Firm—as the shaft that props the towering dome;
Sweet—as to shipwreck'd seaman land and home;
Lovely—as child, a parent's sole delight;
Radiant—as morn, that breaks a stormy night;
Grateful—as streams, that, in some deep recess,
With rills unhoped the panting traveler bless,
Is he that links with mine his chain of life,
Names himself lord, and deigns to call me wife.



Between husband and wife there should be no question as to material interests. All things should be in common between them without any distinction or means of distinguishing.



A Scottish youth learned, with a pious mother, to sing the old psalms that were then as household words to them in the kirk (church) and by the fireside. When he had grown up he wandered away from his native country, was taken captive by the Turks, and made a slave in one of the Barbary States. But he never forgot the songs of Zion, although he sang them in a strange land and to heathen ears.

[199] One night he was solacing himself in this manner when the attention of some sailors on board of a British man-of-war was directed to the familiar tune of "Old Hundred" as it came floating over the moonlit waves.

At once they surmised the truth that one of their countrymen was languishing away his life as a captive. Quickly arming themselves, they manned a boat and lost no time in effecting his release. What joy to him after eighteen long years passed in slavery! Is it strange that he ever afterwards cherished the glorious tune of "Old Hundred?"

Old Magazine.



The I is worthy of aversion when it is principally confined to the person who uses it.



What am I?
Naught! But the effluence of Thy light divine
Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too.
Yes, in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.
Naught! But I live, and on Hope's pinions fly
Eager toward Thy presence; for in Thee,
I live, and breathe, and dwell, aspiring high,
Even to the throne of Thy divinity.
I am, O God, and surely Thou must be!

Sir John Bowring's translation of
Derzhavin's "Ode to God."



Ideas are like beards; men do not have them until they grow up.


A young man idle, an old man needy.


Labor is the divine law of our existence; repose is desertion and suicide.


If you want anything done, go to a busy man;
Man of leisure never has time to do anything.


Lose this day loitering—'twill be the same story
To-morrow, and the next more dilatory.



If any man wish to escape idleness let him fall in love.


Better lose your labor than your time in idleness.



Idleness must thank itself if it go barefoot.

From the German.


I would not waste my spring of youth
In idle dalliance; I would plant rich seeds,
To blossom in my manhood and bear fruit
When I am old.




Never remain ignorant for the want of asking questions.


Ignorance is often a voluntary misfortune.

From the French.


Rather bear the ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of.



Man's ills are in the main of his own seeking.


Those who imitate us we like much better than those who endeavor to equal us. Imitation is a sign of esteem, competition of envy.



It must be so—Plato, thou reasonest well!—
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.




Impertinence.—That man is guilty of impertinence who considers not the circumstances of time, or engrosses the conversation, or makes himself the subject of his discourse, or pays no regard to the company he is in.



Airs of importance are often the credentials of insignificance.




Live within your income. Always have something saved at the end of the year. Let your imports be more than your exports, and you'll never go far wrong.

Dr. Johnson.


All men are not susceptible to improvement.


It is better to have nothing to do than to be doing nothing.



Men of all ages have the same inclinations, over which reason exercises no control. Thus, wherever men are found, there are the same follies.



What madness to carry all one's income on one's back.


Our incomes are like our shoes; if too small, they gall and pinch us; but if too large, they cause us to stumble and to trip.




Fickleness.—Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this Mr. —— ——?



Mankind is made up of inconsistencies.



Lose this day loitering, 'twill be the same story
To-morrow, and the next more dilatory;
True indecision brings its own delays.
And days are lost, lamenting over days.
Are you in earnest? Seize the very minute;
What you can do, or think you can, begin it;
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Only begin it and the mind grows heated;
Begin it, and the work will be completed.—



I hate dependence on another's will,
Which changes with the breath of ev'ry whisper,
Just as the sky and weather with the winds:
With the winds, as they blow east or west,
To make his temper pleasant or unpleasant.




If any man can do without the world, it is certain the world can do quite as well without him.



Living to-day on tomorrow's salary is a sure sign of financial indigestion.



Seek not every quality in one individual.


That is the best gown that goes most up and down the house.



I like the man who faces what he must,
With steps triumphant and a heart of cheer;
Who fights the daily battle without fear;
Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust
That God is God, that somehow, true and just,
His plans work out for mortals; not a tear
Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear,
Falls from his grasp; better with love a crust
Than living in dishonor; envies not,
Nor loses faith in man; but does his best,
Nor murmurs at his humble lot;
But with a smile and words of hope, give zest
To every toiler. He alone is great
Who by a life heroic conquers fate.

Sarah K. Bolton.


The smiles of infants are said to be the first-fruits of human reason.




The hour arrives, the moment wished and feared,
The child is born, by many a pang endeared;
And now the mother's ear has caught his cry;
O! grant the cherub to her asking eye!
He comes, she clasps him, to her bosom pressed,
[205]He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.
She, by her smile, how soon the stranger knows;
How soon by his the glad discovery shows!
As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy,
What answering looks of sympathy and joy!
He walks—he speaks—in many a broken word,
His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard;
And ever, ever to her lap he flies,
Where rosy sleep comes on with sweet surprise,
Locked in her arms, his arms across her flung,
That name most dear forever on his tongue.
As with soft accents round her neck he clings,
And cheek to cheek her lulling song she sings,
How blest to feel the beating of his heart,
Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart,
Watch o'er his slumbers, like the brooding dove,
And if she can, exhaust a mother's love!

From Littell's Living Age.



A hound, who in the days of his youth and strength had never yielded to any beast of the forest, encountered in his old age a boar in the chase. He seized him boldly by the ear, but could not retain his hold because of the decay of his teeth, so that the boar escaped. His master, quickly coming up, fiercely abused the dog. The hound looked up and said: "It was not my fault, master; my spirit was as good as ever, but I could not help mine infirmities. I rather deserve to be praised for what I have been, than to be blamed for what I am."




"On a cold winter evening," said Dr. T. L. Cuyler recently, "I made my first call on a rich merchant in New York. As I left the door and the piercing gale swept in, I said:

"What an awful night for the poor?

"He said come back for a moment; and in a very few minutes brought me a roll of bank bills, and said:

"Please hand these for me to the poorest people you know.

"After a few days I wrote him the grateful thanks of the poor whom his bounty had relieved, and added:

"How is it that a man so kind to his fellow creatures has always been so unkind to his Saviour as to refuse him his heart?

"That sentence touched him to the core.

"He sent for me to come and talk to him, and speedily gave himself to Christ. He has been a most useful Christian ever since. But he told me I was the first person who had talked to him about his soul in twenty years. One hour of work did more for that man than the pulpit effort of a life-time."




It is reported that a young man being examined preparatory to joining the church was asked—"Under whose preaching?" The prompt reply—"I was converted under my mother's practising." Did any preacher ever utter so powerful a sermon as the young man embodied in those few words?


It is a common thing for men to hate the authors of their preferment, as the witnesses of their mean original.



At the first entrance into thy estate keep a low sail; thou mayest rise with honor; thou canst not decline without shame; he that begins as his father ended, will be apt to end as his father began.


Some grave their wrongs on marble; He more just,
Stooped down serene, and wrote them on the dust;
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth, and blotted from His mind;
There, secret in the grave, He bade them lie,
And grieved they could not escape the Almighty's eye.


One is keen to suspect a quarter from which one has once received a hurt. "A burnt child dreads the fire."


The noblest remedy for injuries is oblivion.

From the French.


Hath any wronged thee?
Be bravely revenged;
Slight it, and the work is begun;
Forgive it, and 'tis finished.
He is below himself who is not above an injury.


A man hurts himself by injuring me: what, then shall I therefore hurt myself by injuring him?



Ink—Described:—The colored slave that waits upon thought; a drop may make a million think.



The innocent are gay.



There is no real courage in innocence.


What narrow innocence it is for one to be good only according to the law.



Better confide and be deceiv'd
A thousand times by treacherous foes,
Than once accuse the innocent
Or let suspicion mar repose.


It is only the vulgar who are always fancying themselves insulted. If a man treads on another's toe in good society, do you think it is taken as an insult?


I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.



The borough of Hull, in the reign of Charles II, chose Andrew Marvell, a young gentleman of little or no fortune, and maintained him in London for the service of the [209]public. With a view to bribe him, his old school-fellow, the Lord Treasurer Danby, went to him in his garret. At parting, the Lord Treasurer slipped into his hands an order upon the treasury for £1000, and then went into his chariot. Marvell looking at the paper, called after the treasurer—"My lord, I request another moment." They went up again to the garret, and the servant boy was called—"What had I for dinner yesterday?" "Don't you remember, sir, you had the little shoulder of mutton that you ordered me to bring from a woman in the market?" "Very right. What have I for dinner today?" "Don't you know, sir, that you made me lay up the blade-bone to broil?" "'Tis so; very right. Go away." "My lord, do you hear that? Andrew Marvell's dinner is provided; there's your piece of paper, I want it not. I knew the sort of kindness you intended. I live here to serve my constituents. The ministry may seek men for their purpose; I am not one."


Integrity is to be preferred to eloquence.



The integrity of men is to be measured by their conduct, not by their professions.



One of dull intellect cannot come in, nor go away, nor sit, nor rise, nor stand, like a man of sense.

La Bruyere.


God has placed no limits to the exercise of the intellect he has given us, on this side of the grave.




Respect other people's opinions;
Intolerance is usually an index of weakness.


Irresolution.—Don't stand shivering upon the bank; plunge in at once and have it over.




The wife of a distinguished man when asked where her jewels were, replied, "my jewels are my children, my husband, and his triumphs."



A lady who was very rich, and fond of pomp and show, after having displayed, in a visit she made, her diamonds, pearls, and richest jewels, earnestly desired Cornelia, the illustrious, to let her see her jewels also. Cornelia dexterously turned the conversation to another subject, to wait the return of her sons, who were gone to the public schools. When they returned and entered their mother's apartment, she said to the rich lady, pointing to them with her hand, "These are my jewels, and the only ornaments I admire."




When you first saw the light of this world you were crying, and your friends were full of joy;—Live, so, that when you die, your friends will cry and you will be full of joy.


Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!

R. Blair.


I cannot speak, tears so obstruct my words,
And choke me with unutterable joy.



Joy when it's shared, its pleasure doubles,
And sorrow, loses half its troubles.


Johnson: "It is commonly a weak man who marries for love." We then talked of marrying women of fortune; and I (Boswell) mentioned a common remark, that a man may be, upon the whole, richer by marrying a woman with a very small portion, because a woman of fortune will be proportionally expensive; whereas a woman who brings none will be very moderate in expenses. Johnson: "Depend upon it, Sir, this is not true. A woman of fortune, being used to the handling of money, spends it judiciously; but a woman who gets the command of money for the first time upon her marriage, has such a gust in spending it, that she throws it away with great profusion."

Boswell's Johnson.



Never risk a joke, even the least offensive in its nature and the most common, with a person who is not well-bred, or possessed of sense to comprehend it.

La Bruyere.



Sir Matthew Hale was very exact and impartial in his administration of justice. One of the first peers of England went once to his chamber and told him—"That having a suit in law to be tried before him, he was there to acquaint him with it, that he might the better understand it when he should come to be heard in court." Upon which Sir Matthew interrupted him, and said—"He did not deal fairly to come to his chamber about such affairs, for he never received any information of causes but in open court, where both parties were to be heard alike," so he would not suffer him to go on. Whereupon his grace (for he was a Duke) went away not a little dissatisfied, and complained of it to the king, as a rudeness that was not to be endured. But his majesty bade him content himself that he was no worse used, and said—"He verily believed he would have used himself no better, if he had gone to solicit him in any of his own causes."


When we are too young our judgment is at fault; so also when we are too old.



Give every one the benefit of a doubt. You might be sadly in need of it yourself some day!

N. S. Murphy.



Gently to hear, kindly to judge.


We shall be judged, not by what we might have been, but what we have been.



He hears but half, that hears one party only.



Any time is the proper time for saying what is just.

From the Greek.


Justice and truth may sleep but will never die.


Habits of justice are a valuable possession.



Justice means that standard or boundary of right which enables us to render to every man his just due without distinction.



"I expect" said one, "to pass thro' this world but once. If therefore there be any kindness I can do, or show, to my fellow-men, let me do it now, as I shall not pass this way again."

Mrs. A. B. Hegeman.



Kindness is the golden chain by which society is bound together.



Kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal, eloquence, or learning.

F. W. Faber.


A long delay in kindness takes the kindness all away.


To remind a man of a kindness conferred is little less than a reproach.


In the Gentleman's Magazine for September, 1797, published in London, there appears a letter which shows Benjamin Franklin, the philosopher, in the character of a creditor. The letter, which was written in Paris, is as follows:—

April 22, 1784.

I send you herewith a bill for ten louis d'ors. I do not pretend to give such a sum. I only lend it to you. When you shall return to your country you cannot fail of getting into some business that will in time enable you to pay all your debts. In that case, when you meet with another honest man in similar distress you must pay me by lending this sum to him, enjoining him to discharge the debt by a like operation when he shall be able, and shall meet with such another opportunity. I hope it may thus go through many hands before it meets with a knave to stop its progress. This is a trick of mine for doing a deal of good with a little money. I am not rich enough to afford much in good works, and so am obliged to be cunning and make the most of a little.



If none were sick and none were sad,
We scarcely would be tender.



A Scotch Highlander was taken prisoner by a tribe of Indians; his life was about to be sacrificed, when the chief adopted him as his son. They carried him into the interior; he learnt their language, assumed their habits, and became skillful in the use of their arms. After a season the same tribe began their route to join the French army, at that time opposed to the British. It was necessary to pass near to the British lines during the night. Very early in the morning, and it was spring, the old chief roused the young Highlander from his repose: he took him to an eminence, and pointed out to him the tents of his countrymen. The old man appeared to be dreadfully agitated, and there was a keen restlessness in his eye. After a pause—"I lost," said he, "my only son in a battle with your nation; are you the only son of your father? And do you think that your father is yet alive?" The young man replied, "I am the only son of my father, and I hope that my father is yet alive." They stood close to a beautiful magnolia in full blossom. The prospect was grand and enchanting, and all its charms were crowned by the sun, which had fully emerged from the horizon. The old chief, looking steadfastly at his companion, exclaimed: "Let thy heart rejoice at the beauty of the scene! To me it is as the desert; but you are free; return to your countrymen, revisit your father that he may again rejoice when he sees the sun rise in the morning, and the trees blossom in the spring!"



Little acts of kindness are stowed away in the heart, like bags of lavender in a drawer, to sweeten every object around them.


A good man that has done a kindness never proclaims it, but does another as soon as he can; much like the vine which is satisfied by being fruitful in its kind, and bears a bunch of grapes without expecting thanks for it.


There's no dearth of kindness
In this world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.

Gerald Massey.


Money can be repaid—
Not kindness such as yours.



Returned Kindness.—When the country near Albany was newly settled, an Indian came to the inn at Lichfield, and asked for a night's shelter, at the same time confessing that from failure in hunting he had nothing to pay. The hostess drove him away with reproachful epithets, and as the Indian was retiring sorrowfully,—there being no other inn for many a weary mile,—a man who was sitting by directed the hostess to supply his wants, and promised to pay her. As soon as his supper was ended, the Indian thanked his benefactor, and said he would some day repay him. Several years thereafter the settler was taken a prisoner by a hostile tribe, and carried off to Canada. However, his life [217]was spared, though he himself was detained in slavery. But one day an Indian came to him, and giving him a musket, bade the captive follow him. The Indian never told where they were going, nor what was his object; but day after day the captive followed his mysterious guide, till one afternoon they came suddenly on a beautiful expanse of cultivated fields, with many houses rising amongst them. "Do you know that place?" asked the Indian. "Ah, yes—it is Lichfield!" and whilst the astonished exile had not recovered his surprise and amazement, the Indian exclaimed—"And I am the starving Indian on whom at this very place you took pity. And now that I have paid for my supper, I pray you go home!"

Dr. Dwight.



Let them enjoy their little day,
Their humble bliss receive;
Oh, do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.


Getting money is not all a man's business: to cultivate kindness, is a valuable part of the business of life.

Dr. Johnson.


A more glorious victory cannot be gained over another man than this: that when the injury began on his part, the kindness shall begin on ours.


If you grant a favor, forget it;
If you receive one, remember it.



Whoever knows how to return a kindness he has received must be a friend above all price.



Write injuries in the dust and kindness in marble.



The seal that stamps many a future.

A woman's most effective argument.

Woman's passport to her husband's purse.

A wireless message from the lips to the heart.


A kiss of the lips does not always touch the heart.


Pleasant is the welcome kiss
When the day's dull round is o'er;
And sweet the music of the step
That meets us at the door.



Some say that kissing's a sin;
But I think it's nane ava,
For kissing has wonn'd[1051:A] in this warld
Since ever that there was twa.
[219]Oh! if it wasna lawfu',
Lawyers wadna allow it;
If it wasna holy,
Ministers wadna do it;
If it wasna modest,
Maidens wadna tak' it;
If it wasna plenty,
Puir folk wadna get it.



[1051:A] Won.


Knowledge is a comfortable and necessary retreat and shelter for us in an advanced age; and if we do not plant it while young, it will give us no shade when we grow old.


Ask the young people: they know everything!


A Persian philosopher being asked by what method he had acquired so much knowledge, replied, "By not being prevented by shame from asking questions respecting things of which I was ignorant."


Knowledge is not gained on a bed of roses.


If you have knowledge let others light their candles at it.



Men may acquire knowledge, but not wisdom. Some of the greatest fools the world has known have been learned men.



I have never yet found a man who did not know something of which I was ignorant.


If we do not plant it (knowledge) when young, it will give us no shade when we are old.


Knowledge without practice is like a glass eye, all for show, and nothing for use.


Johnson:—I remember very well when I was at Oxford, an old gentleman said to me,—"Young man, ply your book diligently now, and acquire a stock of knowledge; for when years come upon you, you will find that poring upon books will be but an irksome task."

Boswell's Johnson.


The Earl of Morton said at John Knox's grave,—
"He lies there who never feared the face of man."




The beauty and blessedness of labor are finely presented by John Greenleaf Whittier:—

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;
[221] Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall;
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree, is more than all.
For he who blesses most is blest;
And God and man shall own his worth
Who toils to leave, as his bequest
An added beauty to the earth.


Genius begins great works; labor alone finishes them.


The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of all pleasures.



I have also seen the world, and after long experience have discovered that ennui is our greatest enemy, and remunerative labor our most lasting friend.




Some relaxation is necessary to people of every degree; the head that thinks, and the hand that labors, must have some little time to recruit their diminished powers.



None so little enjoy life, and are such burdens to themselves, as those who have nothing to do. The active only have the true relish of life. He who knows not what it is to labor, knows not what it is to enjoy. It is exertion that renders rest delightful, and sleep sweet, and undisturbed.




Two old farmers were walking up a road near Dunfermline, when one of the pair, shading his eyes from the sun, pointed to a distant field and said:

"I wonder if that figure over there is a scarecrow."

He paused and considered the matter for a while, and then, in a satisfied tone, concluded:

"Yes, it must be a scarecrow; it's not moving."

But the other Scot had a sharper pair of eyes, and perhaps a better understanding of human nature.

"No," he said, dryly, "it's not a scarecrow; it's only a man working by the day."



The Rev. Mr. Berridge being once visited by a loquacious young lady, who, forgetting the modesty of her sex, and the superior gravity of an aged divine, engrossed all the conversation of the interview with small talk concerning herself. When she rose to retire, he said, "Madam, before you withdraw, I have one piece of advice to give you; and that is, when you go into company again, after you have talked half an hour without intermission, I recommend it to you to stop awhile, and see if any other of the company has anything to say."

Old Magazine.



Many hardships endured by students attending university or college in Scotland have been brought to light from time to time. A student of Anderson's Medical College some years ago fulfilled the duties of lamplighter during his spare [223]hours in a neighboring burgh. He had no other income than the few shillings he received weekly for lighting, extinguishing and cleaning the burgh lamps, and from this he paid his college fees and kept himself fairly respectable. On one occasion he applied for an increase of wages, and was called before the committee. One of the bailies remarked that an able-bodied healthy-looking young man like the applicant, might find some other employment instead of wasting his time as he was doing. The application for an increase was refused. One may conceive the bailie's surprise at a subsequent meeting when the town clerk read a letter from the lamplighter, tendering his resignation, as he had passed his final examination as a fully qualified doctor.

Glasgow News.


Ah! how sweet it is to remember—the long, long ago.



Talking of the origin of language,—Johnson: "It must have come by inspiration. A thousand, nay, a million of children could not invent a language. While the organs are pliable, there is not understanding enough to form a language; by the time that there is understanding enough, the organs are become stiff. We know that after a certain age we cannot learn to pronounce a new language. No foreigner who comes to England when advanced in life, ever pronounces English tolerably well; at least such instances are very rare. When I maintain that language must have come by inspiration, I do not mean that inspiration is required for rhetoric, and all the beauties of language; for when once man has language, we can conceive that he may gradually form modifications of it. I mean only that inspiration seems to me to be necessary to give man the faculty of [224]speech; to inform him that he may have speech; which I think he could no more find out without inspiration than cows or hogs would think of such a faculty."

Boswell's Life of Johnson.


Laughter.—To laugh, if but for an instant only, has never been granted to men before the fortieth day from his birth, and then it is looked upon as a miracle of precocity.

Pliny, the Elder.


A good laugh is sunshine in a house.



John Dryden said,—"It is a good thing to laugh, and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness, and of health."


He who laughs overmuch may have an aching heart.


The vulgar laugh and seldom smile; whereas well-bred people often smile and seldom laugh.


Laughing is not always a proof that the mind is at ease, or in composure.


Agree if possible, for the law is costly.



If you've a good case, try to compromise;
If you've a bad one, take it into court.


The law's delay, the insolence of office.



Law is sometimes like a mouse-trap; easy to enter, but not easy to get out of.



To go to law is for two persons to kindle a fire at their own cost to warm others, and singe themselves to cinders; and because they cannot agree as to what is truth and equity, they will both agree to unplume themselves, that others may be decorated with their feathers.



He that goes to law for a sheep will be apt to lose a cow.


A lawyer's office is, I'm sure you'll find,
Just like a mill, whereto for grinding come
A crowd of folk of every sort and kind.



Wisely has it been said—that he who would go to law,
Must have a good cause,
A good purse,
[226] A good attorney,
Good evidence
And a good judge and jury—and having
all these goods, unless he has also good luck, he will stand
but a bad chance of success.


In a lawsuit nothing is certain but the expense.


The Talmud says that when a man once asked Shamai to teach him the law in one lesson, Shamai drove him away in anger. He then went to Hillel with the same request. Hillel said, "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. This is the whole law; the rest merely commentaries upon it."


Two go to law; a third, generally, bears off the spoil.



A man from the country applied lately to a respectable solicitor in this town for legal advice. After detailing the circumstances of the case, he was asked if he had stated the facts exactly as they occurred. "Ou, ay, sir," rejoined the applicant, "I thought it best to tell you the plain truth; ye can put the lees till't yoursel'."



I know you lawyers can, with ease,
Twist your words and meanings as you please;
That language, by your skill made pliant,
[227] Will bend to favor every client;
That 'tis the fee directs the sense,
To make out either side's pretence.



Lawyers' gowns are lined with the wilfulness of their clients.


Two lawyers, when a knotty case was o'er,
Shook hands, and were as good friends as before.
"Zounds!" says the losing client, "How come you
To be such friends, who were such foes just now?"
"Thou fool," says one, "we lawyers, tho' so keen,
Like shears, ne'er cut ourselves, but what's between."


Some lawyers have the knack of converting poor advice into good coin.


Laziness grows on people; it begins in cobwebs and ends in iron chains.


No man is so learned, but he may be taught; neither is anyone so illiterate, but he may teach.


The chief art of learning is to attempt but little at a time.



Learning by study must be won,
'Twas ne'er entailed from sire to son.




One pound of learning requires ten of common sense to apply it.


Who swallows quick, can chew but little. (Applied to learning.)




"Come little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dress of red and gold,
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs that they knew.
Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content.
Soon fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.



After the Civil War many offers of places of honor and fame came to General Robert E. Lee. He refused them all, says Thomas Nelson Page, in his biography of the soldier. The only position which he finally did accept, was the presidency of Washington College,—now Washington and Lee University, at Lexington, Virginia, with a small salary.

On one of these occasions, Lee was approached with the tender of the presidency of an insurance company, at a salary of fifty thousand dollars a year. He declined it, saying that it was work with which he was not familiar.

[229] "But, general," said the representative of the insurance company, "you will not be expected to do any work. What we wish, is the use of your name."

"Do you not think," said General Lee, "that if my name is worth fifty thousand dollars a year, I ought to be very careful about taking care of it?"


Colonel Chesney, of the British Army, said of R. E. Lee: "The day will come when the evil passions of the great civil war will sleep in oblivion, and the North and South do justice to each other's motives, and forget each other's wrongs. Then history will speak with clear voice of the deeds done on either side, and the citizens of the whole Union do justice to the memories of the dead, and place above all others the name of the great Southern chief. In strategy, mighty; in battle, terrible; in adversity, as in prosperity, a hero indeed; with the simple devotion to duty and the rare purity of the ideal Christian Knight,—he joined all the kingly qualities of a leader of men. It is a wondrous future indeed that lies before America; but in her annals of the years to come, as in those of the past, there will be found few names that can rival in unsullied lustre that of the heroic defender of his native Virginia,—Robert Edward Lee."

From "Lee of Virginia,"
By Edward Jennings Lee, M. D.


He that visits the sick, in the hope of a legacy, I look upon him in this to be no better than a raven, that watches a weak sheep only to peck out the eyes of it.




Leisure is sweet to those who have earned it, but burdensome to those who get it for nothing.


Full oft have letters caused the writers
To regret the day they were inditers.


Letters which are sometimes warmly sealed, are often but coldly opened.




Though safe thou think'st thy treasure lies,
Hidden in chests from human eyes,
A fire may come, and it may be
Bury'd, my friend, as far from thee.
Thy vessel that yon ocean stems,
Loaded with golden dust and gems,
Purchased with so much pains and cost,
Yet in a tempest may be lost.
Pimps, and a lot of others,—a thankless crew,
Priests, pickpockets, and lawyers too,
All help by several ways to drain,
Thanking themselves for what they gain.
The liberal are secure alone,
For what we frankly give, forever is our own.

Lord Lansdowne.



The office of liberality consisteth in giving with judgment.




Libraries are the wardrobes of literature.

James Dyer.


A lie has no legs and cannot stand; but it has wings, and can fly far and wide.

Bishop Warburton.


Equivocation is first cousin to a lie.


One lie
Demands for its support a hundred more.


One lie must be thatched with another, or it will soon rain through.



Life is a journey, and they only who have traveled a considerable way in it, are fit to direct those who are setting out.


A term of life is set to every man,
Which is but short; and pass it no one can.



Better, ten-fold, is a life that is sunny,
Than a life that has nothing to boast of but money.


I have found by experience that many who have spent all their lives in cities, contract not only an effeminacy of habit but of thinking.





At twenty years of age, the will reigns; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgment.



I find one of the great things in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.


There's a Divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them as we will.



The husband and the wife must, like two wheels, support the chariot of domestic life, otherwise it must stop.



The following well-merited rebuke by a slave to his master, shows that persons occupying mean positions in this life are sometimes superior to those above them.

A gentleman in the enjoyment of wealth, and of high social standing, and wholly given up to the pleasures of this world, knowing that one of his slaves was religious, and happening to see him in the garden near the porch of his house, called him up rather to amuse himself than for any serious purpose. When the slave came to him, cap in hand, he said, "Tom, what do you think of me; do you believe I will be one of the elect when I die?"

With a low obeisance, the slave replied: "Master, I never knew any one to be elected who was not a candidate."

[233] The master, struck with the gentle but just rebuke of the man's answer, turned and entered his mansion, and from that hour became a candidate, living thereafter a good life.



Every period of life has its peculiar prejudices: whoever saw old age, that did not applaud the past, and condemn the present times?



In life, as in chess, forethought wins.


Yes and No are, for good or evil, the giants of life.

D. Jerrold.



An old gentleman, accounting recently for his age and his happiness, said: "It is quite simple. Lead a natural life, eat what you want,—but of course prudence must be exercised—and walk on the sunny side of the street."


It is to live twice, when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.



Life! We've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear—
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear.
[234] Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time,
Say not "good-night," but in some brighter clime,
Bid me "good-morning."

A. L. Barbauld.



How short is human life! the very breath
Which frames my words, accelerates my death.

Hannah More.



Ah! what is human life?
How like the dial's tardy-moving shade,
Day after day slides from us unperceived!
The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth;
Too subtle is the movement to be seen:
Yet soon the hour is up—and we are—gone.



Are we to have a continuous performance by "I did" and "I didn't"?



Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days be dark and dreary
Behind the cloud the sun's still shining.



Every man's life lies within the present; for the past is spent and done with, and the future is uncertain.




Lord, help me live from day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My prayer shall be for—others.


No one sees what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.



He who with life makes sport,
Can prosper never;
Who rules himself in nought,
Is a slave ever.



Think not thou livest in vain,
Or that one honest pain
Of thine is lost.
He, who in loving care,
Numbers thine every hair,
Knows all the cost.
No lightest care of thine
Escapes His love divine;
No smile's forgot,
Nor cup of water given.
Each tender, loving deed,
Like some strange, precious seed,
Shall bear its fruit in heaven.
[236]Nor dream, if thou wert gone
From out life's troubled throng
Thou'dst not be missed.
Thou knowest not what heart,
That lives in gloom apart,
Would find its sunshine fled
If thou wert dead—
What slender thread of faith would break
If thou shouldest prove untrue.
The flower that blooms in desert place
And lifts its head with winsome grace,
Might sigh: "Alas; ah, me:
Why should I live where none can see?"
But He who made both field and flood,
Hath formed that flower and called it good,
And in His wisdom placed it there
To make the desert seem more fair:
And if He then hath need of flowers
To deck this barren world of ours,
He hath a use for thee!



How small a portion of our life it is, that we really enjoy. In youth, we are looking forward to things that are to come; in old age, we are looking backwards to things that are gone past; in manhood, although we appear indeed to be more occupied in things that are present, yet even that is too often absorbed in vague determinations to be vastly happy on some future day, when we have time.


Our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.





This folio of four pages, happy work!
Which not even critics criticize, that holds
Inquisitive attention while I read—
What is it, but a busy map of life,
Its fluctuations and its vast concerns?


The acts of this life are the destiny of the next.



There are three whose life is no life:—
He who lives at another's table;
He whose wife domineers over him;
And he who suffers bodily affliction.



Life is too short to be spent in nursing animosities, or in registering wrongs.


Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles, life.




Life's fittest station needs must be
Midway between the poor and great:
Above the cares of poverty,
Below the cares of high estate.

E. C. Dolson.



We find life exactly what we put in it.


The sweetest thing in life
Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.

N. P. Willis.


As we advance in life we learn the limits of our abilities.



Be ready at all times to listen to others.


A man with an empty stomach is a poor listener.


The only thing certain about litigation is it's uncertainty.



Little by little added, if oft done,
In small time makes a good possession.

Hesiod, a Greek, 850 B. C.


What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?




The old man looks down, and thinks of the past.
The young man looks up, and thinks of the future.
The child looks everywhere, and thinks of nothing.


For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.



Where you are not appreciated, you cannot be loved.


When people fall in love at first sight, they often live to regret that they didn't take another look.


"I'm sorry that I spelt the word,
I hate to go above you;
Because"—the brown eyes lower fell—
"Because, you see, I love you!"

John Greenleaf Whittier.


Where there is love, all things interest; where there is indifference, minute details are tedious, disbelief is cherished, and trifles are apt to be thought contemptible.


If he loves me, the merit is not mine; my fault will be if he ceases.




To a man, the disappointment of love may occasion some bitter pangs: it wounds some feelings of tenderness—it blasts some prospects of felicity; but he is an active being; he may dissipate his thoughts in the whirl of varied occupation, or may plunge into the tide of pleasure; or, if the scene of disappointment be too full of painful associations, he can shift his abode at will, and taking, as it were, the wings of the morning, can "fly to the uttermost parts of the earth, and be at rest."

But woman's is comparatively a fixed, a secluded and a meditative life. She is more the companion of her own thoughts and feelings; and if they are turned to ministers of sorrow, where shall she look for consolation? Her lot is to be wooed and won; and if unhappy in her love, her heart is her world—is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.

Shall I confess it?—I believe in broken hearts, and the possibility of dying of disappointed love! I do not, however, consider it a malady often fatal to my own sex; but I firmly believe that it withers down many a lovely woman into an early grave. So is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs of wounded affection.

Washington Irving.


To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.



Since there's no help for me, come, let us kiss and part—
Alas! I am done, you see no more of me;
But I am sorry, yea, sorry with all my heart,
That thus, you have willed it,—to be free:
[241] Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.



Dr. Doddridge one day asked his little daughter how it was that everybody loved her: "I know not," said she, "unless it be that I love everybody."



He who is loved by man is loved by God.

The Talmud.


If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.



Love is the only passion that justifies a perpetual hyperbole, i. e., poetic exaggeration.



There is an atmosphere in the letters of those we love which we alone—we who love—can feel.



Life without love is like day without sunshine,
Roses bereft of sweet nature's perfume;
Love is the guide mark to those who are weary
Of waiting and watching in darkness and gloom.
[242] Love to the heart is like dewdrops to violets
Left on the dust-ridden roadside to die;
Love leads the way to our highest endeavors,
Lightens and lessens the pain of each sigh.
Life without love is like spring without flowers,
Brook-streams that move not, or star-bereft sky;
Love creates efforts most worthy and noble,
Prompts us to live and resigns us to die.




The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the whole world dies
With the setting sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
But the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Francis W. Bourdillon.


One nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.



Love is like the moon; when it does not increase, it decreases.




Behold the sun forget to shine,
The brightest star to twinkle,
The ivy round the oak to twine,
The tearful heart to sprinkle
The sod that wraps affection's grave,
The never silent surging sea
The sandy shore to lash and lave—
Then think that I'll forget thee.




Sweet mother, I can spin no more to-day,
And all for a youth who has stolen my heart away.

Sappho, 600 B. C.
Translated by Appleton.


We are easily duped by those whom we love.




"Martha, does thee love me?" asked a quaker youth of one at whose shrine his heart's fondest feelings had been offered up.

"Why, Seth," answered she, "we are commanded to love one another, are we not?"

"Aye, Martha; but does thee regard me with that feeling that the world calls love?"

"I hardly know what to tell thee, Seth; I have greatly feared that my heart was an erring one. I have tried to bestow my love on all; but I have sometimes thought, perhaps, that thee was getting rather more than thy share."

Christian Observer.



No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is not.




Naught sweeter is than love. Whom that doth bless
Regardeth all things less.
If thou first taste of love, then shalt thou see
Honey shall bitter be!
What roses are, they never know, who miss
Fair Cytherea's kiss.

Nossis, Greek.
Translated by Lilla Cabot Perry.


How often love is maintained by wealth:
When all is spent adversity then breeds
The discontent.



The moment one is in love one becomes so amiable.



I had so fixed my heart upon her,
That whereso'er I fram'd a scheme of life
For time to come, she was my only joy
With which I used to sweeten future cares:
I fancy'd pleasures, none but one who loves
And doats as I did, can imagine like them.


The secret of being loved is in being lovely, and the secret of being lovely, is in being unselfish.



A lover never sees the faults of the one he loves till the enchantment is over.



He came too late! Neglect had tried
Her constancy too long;
Her love had yielded to her pride
And the deep sense of wrong.
She scorned the offering of a heart
Which lingered on its way,
Till it could no delight impart,
Nor spread one cheering ray.
He came too late! At once he felt
That all his power was o'er;
Indifference in her calm smile dwelt—
She thought of him no more.
Anger and grief had passed away,
Her heart and thoughts were free;
She met him, and her words were gay
No spell had memory.
He came too late! Her countless dreams
Of hope had long since flown;
No charms dwelt in his chosen themes,
Nor in his whispered tone.
And when, with word and smile, he tried
Affection still to prove,
She nerved her heart with woman's pride
And spurned his fickle love.





Oh, no! we never mention him, his name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak that once familiar word:
From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me, they think that I forget.
They bid me seek in change of scene the charms that others see;
But were I in a foreign land, they'd find no change in me.
'Tis true that I behold no more the valley where we met,
I do not see the hawthorn-tree; but how can I forget?
For oh! there are so many things recall the past to me—
The breeze upon the sunny hills, the billows of the sea;
The rosy tint that decks the sky before the sun is set;—
Ay, every leaf I look upon forbids me to forget.
They tell me he is happy now, the gayest of the gay;
They hint that he forgets me too,—but I heed not what they say:
Perhaps like me he struggles with each feeling of regret;
But if he loves as I have loved, he never can forget.

Thomas Haynes Bayley, 1797-1839.


Is it possible a man can be so changed by love that one would not know him for the same person?


Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.




Love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.


Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.




"My dear Veit," said Luther, "I have said it often and I repeat it again, whoever would know God aright and speculate concerning Him without danger, must look into the manger, and learn first of all to know the Son of the Virgin Mary, born at Bethlehem, lying in His mother's bosom or hanging upon the cross; then will he understand who God is. This will not only then be not terrible, but on the contrary most attractive and comforting. Guard yourself, my dear Veit, from the proud thought of climbing into heaven without this ladder, apart from the Lord Jesus Christ in His humanity. As the Word simple describes Him, stick to this, and do not permit reason to divert you from it; then will you apprehend God aright! I wish to know of no other God than the God who hung upon the cross, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, and of the Virgin Mary."


Luther was remarkable for his contempt of riches, though few men had a greater opportunity of obtaining them. The Elector of Saxony offered him the produce of a mine at Sneberg, but he nobly refused it, lest it should prove an injury to him.





Dr. Johnson:—"A man gives half a guinea for a dish of green peas. How much gardening does this occasion? How many laborers must the competition, to have such things early in the market, keep in employment? You will hear it said very gravely, 'Why was not the half-guinea, thus spent in luxury, given to the poor? To how many might it have afforded a good meal? Alas! has it not gone to the industrious poor, whom it is better to support, than the idle poor? You are much surer that you are doing good when you pay money to those who work, as the recompense of their labor, than when you give money merely in charity."



He who is too much afraid of being duped has lost the power of being magnanimous.




Full oft he sware with accents true and tender,
"Though years roll by, my love shall ne'er wax old!"
And so to him my heart I did surrender,
Clear as a mirror of pure burnished gold;
And from that day, unlike the seawood bending
To every wave raised by the autumn gust,
Firm stood my heart, on him alone depending,
As the bold seaman in his ship doth trust.
[249] Is it some cruel evil one that hath bereft me?
Or hath some mortal stolen away his heart?
No word, no letter since the day he left me;
Nor more he cometh, ne'er again to part!
In vain I weep, in helpless, hopeless sorrow,
From earliest morn until the close of day;
In vain, till radiant dawn brings back the morrow,
I sigh the weary, weary nights away.
No need to tell how young I am, and slender—
A little maid that in thy palm could lie:
Still for some message comforting and tender
I pace the room in sad expectancy.


He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.



A truly great man never puts away the simplicity of the child.



He who does not advance, goes backward; recedes.

From the Latin.


A man who is amiable will make almost as many friends as he does acquaintances.


An angry man is often angry with himself when he returns to reason.

Publius Syrus.




An old man answering to the name of Joseph Wilmot, was brought before the police court. His clothes looked as if they had been bought second hand in his youthful prime.

"What business?"

"None; I'm a traveler."

"A vagabond, perhaps?"

"You are not far wrong: the difference between the two, is, that the latter travel without money, and the former without brains."

"Where have you traveled?"

"All over the continent."

"For what purpose?"


"What have you observed?"

"A little to commend, much to censure, and very much to laugh at."

"Humph! What do you commend?"

"A handsome women that will stay at home, an eloquent divine that will preach short sermons, a good writer that will not write too much, and a fool that has seen enough to hold his tongue."

"What do you censure?"

"A man who marries a girl for fine clothing, a youth who studies law while he has the use of his hands, and the people who elect a drunkard to office."

"What do you laugh at?"

"At a man who expects his position to command the respect which his personal qualities and qualifications do not merit."

He was dismissed.


Every man is a volume, if you know how to read him.

W. E. Channing.



As no man is born without faults, the best is he who has the fewest.


Burns, the poet, when in Edinburgh one day, recognized an old farmer friend, and courteously saluted him, and crossed the street to have a chat; some of his new Edinburgh friends gave him a gentle rebuke, to which he replied:—"It was not the old great-coat, the scone bonnet, that I spoke to, but the man that was in them."



Man has been thrown naked into the world, feeble, incapable of flying like the bird, running like the stag, or creeping like the serpent; without means of defense, in the midst of terrible enemies armed with claws and stings; without means to brave the inclemency of the seasons, in the midst of animals protected by fleece, by scales, by furs; without shelter, when all others have their den, their hole, their shell; without arms, when all about him are armed against him. And yet he has demanded of the lion his cave for a lodging and the lion retires before his eyes; he has despoiled the bear of his skin, and of it made his first clothing; he has plucked the horn from the bull, and this is his first drinking-cup; then he has dug even into the bowels of the earth, to seek there the instruments of his future strength; from a rib, a sinew, and a reed, he has made arms; and the eagle, who, seeing him at first in his weakness and nakedness, prepares to seize him as his prey, struck in mid-air, falls dead at his feet, only to furnish a feather to adorn his head. Among animals, is there one, who under such conditions could have preserved life? Let us for a moment separate the workman from his work, God from [252]nature. Nature has done all for this insect,—of which they had been discoursing,—nothing for man. It is that man should be the product of intelligence rather than of matter; and God, in granting him this celestial gift, this ray of light from the divine fire, created him feeble and unprotected, that he might make use of it, that he might be constrained to find in himself the elements of his greatness.

By X. B. Saintine, in Picciola; or,
The Prison Flower.


Wherever a man goes to dwell his character goes with him.


Our acts make or mar us,—we are the children of our own deeds.

Victor Hugo.



O, but man, proud man!
Dress'd in a little brief authority;
Most ignorant of what he's most assured.



I've learned to judge of men by their own deeds,
I do not make the accident of birth
The standard of their merit.



What a piece of work is man!
How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In appearance how like a god!
The beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!




Direct not him, whose way himself will choose.


He that can please nobody, is not so much to be pitied as he that nobody can please.



To quarrel with a drunken man is harming the absent.


Goethe said that there is no man so commonplace that a wise man may not learn something from him. Sir Walter Scott could not travel in a coach without gleaning some information or discovering some new trait of character in his companions.



I have seen the wicked in great power,
And spreading himself, like a green bay-tree;
Yet he passed away, and, lo! he was not;
Yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Mark the perfect man,
And behold the upright,
For the end of that man is peace.

Psalms xxxvii, 35-37v.


He who stands high is seen from afar.

From the Danish.



I confess that increasing years bring with them an increasing respect for men who do not succeed in life, as those words are commonly used.

G. S. Hillard.


Beauty is good for women, firmness for men.



A man who is always forgetting his best intentions may be said to be a thoroughfare of good resolutions.


It is a matter of the simplest demonstration, that no man can be really appreciated, but by his equal or superior.



It takes a great man to make a good listener.

Sir Arthur Helps.


Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but rising every time we fall. A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor is a man perfected without trials.



Be content with the day as it is; look for the good in everything.


An honest man is believed without an oath, for his reputation swears for him.



A thread will tie an honest man better than a rope will do a rogue.


Would you make men trustworthy? Trust them.
Would you make them true? Believe them.
We win by tenderness.
We conquer by forgiveness.



If there is any person to whom you unfortunately feel a dislike that is the person of whom you ought never to speak.

Richard Cecil.


He is not yet born who can please everybody.


Fenimore Cooper asserts, in one of his books, that there is "an instinctive tendency in men to look at any man who has become distinguished." Said Carlyle: "True, surely, and moreover, an instinctive desire in men to become distinguished and be looked at, too!"


It is not what he has, nor even what he does, which directly expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.



Man is not allowed to know what will happen—tomorrow.




A horse is not known by his furniture, but by his qualities; so men should be esteemed for virtue, not wealth.


Man looks aloft, and with erected eyes
Beholds his own hereditary skies.

Dryden's Ovid.


The best club for a married man is an armchair in front of a big fire-place at home.


Men take each other's measure when they meet for the first time.


Does one see wolves taking to the road in order to plunder other wolves, as does inhuman man?


No man can end with being superior, who will not begin with being inferior.

Sydney Smith.


Never speak of a man in his own presence.
It is always indelicate, and may be offensive.

Dr. Johnson.


No man is always wise.



An obstinate man does not hold opinions, but they hold him.



They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.



Men possessed with an idea cannot be reasoned with.



The life of an old man is like a lighted candle in a draft.



The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor the man perfected without trials.

From the Chinese.


He was—describe him who can,
An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man;
A truer, nobler, trustier heart,
More loving or more loyal, never beat
Within a human breast.


Some men remain poor because they haven't enough friends, and some because they have too many.


A poor man, though living in the crowded mart, no one will notice; a rich man, though dwelling amid the remote hills, his distant relative will visit.


Art may make a suit of clothes, but nature must produce the man.




The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never for himself.


It is not good that man should be alone.

Genesis 2, 18v.


Silent men, like still waters, are sometimes deep and dangerous.


Man is a social creature, and we are made to be helpful to each other; we are like the wheels of a watch, that none of them can do their work alone, without the concurrence of the rest.


Strive not too anxiously for thy support, thy Maker will provide. No sooner is a man born, than milk for his support streams from the breast.



He that swells in prosperity will be sure to shrink in adversity.



The difference, he, Johnson, observed between a well-bred and an ill-bred man is this: One immediately attracts your liking, the other your aversion. You love the one till you find reason to dislike him; you dislike the other till you find reason to love him.

Boswell's Life of Johnson.




He is a general disturber of other's peace and serenity. Everybody with whom he has to do is thrown from time to time into a state of fever; he is systematically late; regular only in his irregularity.




No is a surly, honest fellow, speaks his mind rough and round at once.


A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.


He had nothing and was content. He became rich and is discontented.


Thou canst mould him into any shape like soft clay.



None but the well-bred man knows how to confess a fault, or acknowledge himself in error.


A well-bred man is always sociable and complaisant.





The question is asked concerning the property of every rich man who dies; and it was answered very happily by Cloots, who was executor upon the estate of the late Mr. Snodgrass. His neighbor, Mr. Nailroad, was an exceedingly inquisitive man. The day after the funeral, Nailroad visited Cloots, and, with an inspecting face, began to question him. "Mr. Cloots," says he, "if it is not improper, will you inform me how much my particular friend Snodgrass left?" "Certainly," said Cloots:—"He left every cent he was worth in the world, and didn't take a copper with him."


Who does the best his circumstances allow,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could do no more.



If you would know a man truly, know him off duty, when the duties of the day are over and he has left his post.



Men who want to do everything their own way must make a world to suit them, for it can not be done in this.


The man whom I call deserving the name, is one whose thoughts and exertions are for others, rather than himself.



If a man write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mouse-trap than his neighbor, though he build his house in the wilderness, the world will make a beaten path to his door.




He who doth not speak an unkind word to his fellow-creatures is master of the whole world.


Those who think must govern those who toil.


The wise man shapes himself according to his environments, as water to the shape of the vessel into which it is poured.



At the working-man's house hunger may look in, but dare not enter.


I am almost frozen by the distance you are from me.


Manners carry the world for the moment; character, for all time.



Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his image.




The distinguishing trait of people accustomed to good society is a calm, imperturbable quiet, which pervades all their actions and habits, from the greatest to the least. They eat in quiet, move in quiet, live in quiet, and lose their wife, or even their money in quiet; while others cannot take up either a spoon, or an affront, without making such an amazing noise about it.




Manners are the shadows of virtue.

Sydney Smith.


Vulgar people can't be still.

O. W. Holmes.


In society want of sense is not so unpardonable as want of manners.



The wealthy and the noble when they expend large sums in decorating their houses with the rare and costly efforts of genius, with busts, and with cartoons from the pencil of a Raphael, are to be commended, if they do not stand still here, but go on to bestow some pains and cost, that the master himself be not inferior to the mansion, and that the owner be not the only thing that is little, amidst everything else that is great. The house may draw visitors, but it is the possessor alone that can detain them.


Marriage is the bloom or blight of all men's happiness.




There is no one thing more lovely in this life, more full of the divine courage, than when a young maiden, from her past life, from her happy childhood, when she rambled over every field and moor around her home; when a mother anticipated her wants and soothed her little cares, when her brothers and sisters grew from merry playmates, to loving, trustful friends; from Christmas gatherings and romps, [263]the summer festivals in bower or garden; from the secure backgrounds of her childhood, and girlhood, and maidenhood, looks out into the dark and unilluminated future away from all that, and yet unterrified, undaunted, leans her fair cheek upon her lover's breast, and whispers—"Dear heart! I cannot see, but I believe. The past was beautiful, but the future I can trust—with thee!"



Advice on Marriage.—An Athenian who was hesitating whether to give his daughter in marriage to a man of worth with a small fortune, or to a rich man who had no other recommendation, went to consult Themistocles on the subject. "I would bestow my daughter," said Themistocles, "upon a man without money, rather than upon money without a man."



Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.



Cling closer, closer, life to life,
Cling closer, heart to heart;
The time will come, my own wed wife,
When you and I must part!
Let nothing break our band but Death,
For in the world above
'Tis the breaker Death that soldereth
Our ring of wedded love.

G. Massie.




A man of experience, declares that men, like plants, adapt themselves to conditions. To illustrate his theory, he told of two men, one of whom said to the other, at a pleasantly critical period:

"Do you think two can live as cheaply as one?"

"Before my marriage I thought they could," was the guarded reply.

"And afterward?" anxiously.

"Afterward I found they had to."



Boswell: "Pray, sir, do you not suppose that there are fifty women in the world, with any one of whom a man may be as happy, as with any one woman in particular?" Johnson: "Ay, sir, fifty thousand." Boswell: "Then, sir, you are not of opinion with some who imagine that certain men and certain women are made for each other, and that they cannot be happy if they miss their counterparts." Johnson: "To be sure not, sir. I believe marriages would in general be as happy, and often more so, if they were all made by the Lord Chancellor, upon a due consideration of the characters and circumstances, without the parties having any choice in the matter."

Boswell's Johnson, p. 283.
Samuel Johnson.


Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.




When a man and woman are married their romance ceases and their history commences.


Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been
To public feasts, where meet a public rout,
Where they that are without, would fain go in,
And they that are within, would fain go out.

Sir J. Davis.


Marriage somewhat resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who comes between them.

S. Smith.


Marry in your own Rank. Wise was the man, ay, wise indeed, who first weighed well this maxim, and with his tongue published it abroad, that to marry in one's own class is best by far, and that a peasant should woo the hand neither of any that have waxed wanton by riches, nor of such as pride themselves in high-traced lineage.




Now the rite is duly done,
Now the word is spoken,
And the spell has made us one
Which may ne'er be broken;
Rest we, dearest, in our home,
Roam we o'er the heather;
We shall rest, and we shall roam,
Shall we not—together?
[266]From this hour the summer rose
Sweeter breathes to charm us;
From this hour the winter snows
Lighter fall to harm us;
Fair or foul—on land or sea—
Come the wind or weather,
Best or worst, whate'er they be,
We shall (D.V.) always share—together!

Winthrop Mackworth Praed.


Whom first we love, you know one seldom weds.

Owen Meredith.


A pious elder once said to his son in view of marriage,—"My boy, piety is essential for the life to come, but good temper is the great requisite for happiness in this world."


The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.




If God had designed woman as man's master, He would have taken her from his head; if as his slave, He would have taken her from his feet; but as He designed her for his companion and equal, He took her from his side.

St. Augustine.


The following was written on a card by an old friend of a young lady's when he sent her some flowers on the eve of [267]her wedding day:—"I have sent you a few flowers to adorn the dying moments of your single life."


The treasures of the deep are not so precious
As are the concealed comforts of a man
Lock'd up in woman's love. I scent the air
Of blessings, when I come but near the house.
What a delicious breath marriage sends forth—
The violet bed's not sweeter!



Blessed their life whose marriage prospers well,
But if things fall out ill, no happiness
Awaits them, within doors or without,—so beware!




Speak it not lightly; 'tis a holy thing—
A bond, enduring thro' long distant years,
Life will not prove all sunshine; there will come
Dark hours for all; oh! will ye, when the night
Of sorrow gathers thickly round your home,
Love as ye did in days when smooth and bright
Seemed the sure path ye trod, untouched by care,
And deemed the future, like the present, fair?
Age, with its silvery locks, will come stealing on,
And bring the tottering step, the furrow'd cheek,
The eye, from whence each lustrous gleam hath gone;
And the pale lip, with accents low and weak;
Will ye then think upon your youth's gay prime,
And, smiling, bid love triumph over time?
[268] Speak it not lightly; oh! beware! beware!
'Tis no vain promise, no unmeaning word;
Before God's altar, now ye both do swear,
And by the High and Holy One 'tis heard!
Be faithful to each other till life's close;
Seek peace below, and you'll get Heaven's repose.


Let him who weds, wed character, not money.


A girl should look happy because she is not married; a wife because she is.


A Gentleman, but a Fool.—Chief Justice Marshall once found himself suddenly brought to a halt by a small tree which intervened between the front wheel and the body of his buggy. Seeing a servant at a short distance, he asked him to bring an axe and cut down the tree. The servant—a colored man—told the judge that there was no occasion for cutting down the tree, but just to back the buggy. Pleased at the good sense of the fellow, Judge Marshall told him that he would leave him something at the inn hard by, where he intended to stop, having then no small change. In due time the man applied, and a dollar was handed him. Being asked if he knew who it was that gave him the dollar, he replied: "No, sir: I concluded he was a gentleman by his leaving the money, but I think he is the biggest fool I ever saw."


If thou art a master, be sometimes blind, and sometimes deaf.




Let no man be the servant of another who can be his own master.


Our master is our—enemy.

From Amiel's Journal.

Applicable to those who have formed a useless habit.


Matrimony.—He hath tied a knot with his tongue that he cannot untie with all his teeth.


Numbers, xxxvi. 6,—"Let them marry to whom they think best; only to the family of the tribe of their fathers shall they marry."

Mr. John Martin used to give two advices, both to his children and others, in reference to marriages. One was, "Keep within the bounds of your profession." The other was, "Look at suitableness in age, quality, education, temper, etc." He used to observe, from Genesis, ii, 18, "I will make him a help-meet for him;" that there is not meetness, there will not be much help. He commonly said to his children, with reference to their choice in marriage, "Please God, and please yourselves, and you shall never displease me;" and greatly blamed those parents who conclude matches for their children without their consent. He sometimes mentioned the saying of a pious gentlewoman, who had many daughters.—"The care of most people is how to get good husbands for their daughters; but my care is to fit my daughters to be good wives, and then let God provide for them."




The sum of all that makes a just man happy
Consists in the well-choosing of his wife:
And there, well to discharge it, does require
Equality of years, of birth, of fortune;
For beauty being poor, and not cried up
By birth or wealth, can truly mix with neither.
And wealth, when there's such difference in years,
And fair descent, must make the yoke uneasy.




1. That man must lead a happy life
2. Who is directed by a wife;
3. Who's free from matrimonial chains
4. Is sure to suffer for his pains.
5. Adam could find no solid peace
6. Till he beheld a woman's face;
7. When Eve was given for a mate,
8. Adam was in a happy state.

Epigram: Read alternate lines,—1,3; 2,4; 5,7; 6,8.




The following admirable lines were inscribed upon a golden crown having five sides, which was found in the tomb of Noosherwan.

First Side.—"Consider the end before you begin, and before you advance, provide a retreat.

Give not unnecessary pain to any man, but study the happiness of all.

[271] Ground not your dignity upon your power to hurt others."

Second Side.—"Take counsel before you commence any measure, and never trust its execution to the inexperienced.

Sacrifice your property for your life, and your life for your religion.

Spend your time in establishing a good name, and if you desire fortune, learn contentment."

Third Side.—"Grieve not for that which is broken, stolen, burnt or lost.

Never give order in another man's house; accustom yourself to eat your bread at your own table."

Fourth Side.—"Take not a wife from a bad family, and seat not thyself with those who have no shame.

Keep thyself at a distance from those who are incorrigible in bad habits, and hold no intercourse with that man who is insensible to kindness.

Convert not the goods of others.

Be sensible of your own value, estimate justly the worth of others: and war not with those who are far above thee in fortune."

Fifth Side.—"Be envious of no man, and avoid being out of temper, or thy life will pass in misery.

Respect and protect the females of thy family."


The meals which are eaten in company are always better digested than those which are taken in solitude.

Dr. Combe.


The poor man must walk to get meat for his stomach, the rich man to get a stomach for his meat.



Johnson said melancholy people were apt to fly to intemperance for relief, but that it sunk them much deeper in misery. He observed, that laboring men who work hard and live sparingly, are seldom or never troubled with low spirits.

Boswell's Johnson.


Everyone complains of his memory, and no one complains of his judgment.



By attention ideas are registered on the memory.


An old deacon was accustomed to offer this prayer: "Help us to forget what we ought not to remember, and to remember what we ought not to forget."

Weekly Paper.


What nicer, what sweeter, than—
The remembrance of a past in boyhood's village days without regret!


So many we find to be well fed but ill taught.


The Greatest Men Arose from the People.—The greatest scholars, poets, orators, philosophers, warriors, statesmen, inventors, and improvers of the arts, arose from the people. If we had waited till courtiers had invented the arts of printing, clockmaking, navigation, and a thousand others, we should probably have continued in darkness till this hour.



I would as soon attempt to entice a star
To perch upon my finger; or the wind
To follow me like a dog—as try to make
Some people do what they ought.



When Washington Irving visited Abbotsford, Sir Walter Scott introduced him to many of his friends and favorites, not only among the neighboring farmers, but the laboring peasantry. "I wish to show you," said Scott, "some of our really excellent plain Scotch people. The character of a nation is not to be learnt from its fine folks, its fine gentlemen and ladies; such you meet everywhere, and they are everywhere the same."




Never have anything to do with an unlucky man. I never act with them. Their advice sounds very well, but they cannot get on themselves; and if they cannot do good to themselves, how can they do good to me?



He that studies books alone, will know how things ought to be; and he that studies men, will know how things are.


Wise men care not for what they cannot have.


Young people are very apt to overrate both men and things, from not being enough acquainted with them.




The trouble with most young men is that they do not learn anything thoroughly, and are apt to do the work committed to them in a careless manner. The business world is full of such young men, content in simply putting in their time somehow and drawing their salaries, making no effort whatever to increase their efficiency and thereby enhance their own as well as their employers' interests.



The Clemency of a Queen.—It is related that during the first few days of the reign of Queen Victoria, then a girl between nineteen and twenty years of age, some sentences of a court-martial were presented for her signature. One was death for desertion. She read it, paused, and looked up to the officer who laid it before her, and said:—"Have you nothing to say in behalf of this man?" "Nothing; he has deserted three times," answered the officer. "Think again, Your Grace," was the reply. "And," said the gallant veteran, as he related the circumstance to his friends—(for he was none other than the Duke of Wellington)—"seeing her majesty so earnest about it, I said—'He is certainly a bad soldier, but there was somebody who spoke as to his good character, and he may be a good man for aught I know to the contrary.'" "Oh, I thank you a thousand times!" exclaimed the youthful queen, and hastily writing 'Pardoned' in large letters on the fatal page, she sent it across the table with a hand trembling with eagerness and beautiful emotion.



Mercy's door should open to those who knock.



When there is doubt, lean to the side of mercy.




When the Omniscient Giver of all life,
In His eternal council first conceived
The thought of man's creation, forth He call'd
Into His presence three bright ministers—
Justice, and Truth, and Mercy, that forever
Had hovered around His throne—and thus He spoke;
"Shall we make man?" Then stern Justice replied:
"Create him not, for he will trample on
Thy holy law;" and Truth, too, answering, said,
"Create him not, O God! he will pollute
Thy sanctuary!" When forth Mercy came,
And dropping on her knees, exclaimed: "O God!
Create him! I will watch his wandering steps,
And tender guide thro' all the darksome paths
That he may tread." Then forthwith God made man,
And said: "Thou art the child of Mercy; go:
In mercy with thy erring brother deal."

Judge Crittenden, of Ky.



Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the prisoner,
The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow,
Who daily owe the bounty of thy hand,
Shall cry to Heaven, and pull a blessing on thee.

Nicholas Rowe.



He that showeth mercy when it may be best spared will receive mercy when it shall be most needed.



I would not enter on my list of friends
(Though graced with polished manners and fine sense,
Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
An inadvertent step may crush the snail
That crawls at evening in the public path;
But he that has humanity forewarn'd,
Will tread aside, and let the reptile live.
Ye, who love mercy, teach your sons
To love it too.



It is beautifully said that the veil of futurity is woven by the hand of mercy.



We pray for mercy, Let that same prayer teach us to render The deeds of mercy.



Merit does not always meet its due reward.


Merit and good-breeding will make their way everywhere.


All are not merry that dance lightly.




When I dinna ken what I say, Sandy,
And ye dinna ken what I mean—that's metaphysics.



Method will teach you to win time.




Perhaps one of the most noteworthy characteristics of Methodists is the spirit of clannishness which runs through the whole body. Is any sick, the rest are eager to pray; is any merry, the rest are delighted to sing psalms; and they will not only pray and sing in sympathy, which is comparatively easy, but they are ready to spend, and to be spent, for the brethren to almost any extent. Men may know that they are Methodists from the love they have one to another.

Through whatsoever ill betide
For you I will be spent and spend:
I'll stand forever by your side,
And naught shall you and me divide,
Because you are my friend.

Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler.


Where might is right, right is not upright.

From the German.


It is indicative of a weak mind to be much depressed by adversity or elated by prosperity.



A well-governed mind learns in time, to find pleasure in nothing but the true and the just.



Overtasking the mind is an unwise act; when nature is unwilling, the labour is vain.



Who fills his mind with matters small
For great things has no room at all.


When the mind is in a state of uncertainty, the smallest impulse directs it to either side.




It cannot be too deeply impressed on the mind, that application is the price to be paid for mental acquisitions, and that it is as absurd to expect them without it, as to hope for a harvest where we have not sown the seed.



Narrowness of mind is often the cause of obstinacy: we do not easily believe beyond what we see.

La Rochefoucauld.


I am one,
Who finds within me a nobility,
That spurns the idle pratings of the great,
And their mean boast of what their fathers were,
While they themselves are fools effeminate,
The scorn of all who know the worth of mind
And virtue.



All who know their mind do not know their heart.



Entire and perfect happiness is never
Vouchsafed to man; but nobler minds endeavor
To keep their inward sorrows unrevealed.
With meaner spirits nothing is concealed.
Weak, and unable to conform to fortune,
With rude rejoicing or complaint importune,
They vent their exultation or distress.
Whate'er betides us—grief or happiness—
The brave and wise will bear with steady mind,
The allotment, unforeseen and undefined,
Of good or evil, which the Gods bestow,
Promiscuously dealt to man below.

Theognis, Greek.
Translated by Frere.


Life will always be, to a large extent, what we ourselves make it. Each mind makes its own little world. The cheerful mind makes it pleasant, and the discontented mind makes it miserable. "My mind to me a kingdom is" applies alike to the peasant as to the monarch.


The face is the index of the mind.



It is not position, but mind, that I want, said a lady to her father, when rejecting a suitor.



Those who visit foreign countries, but who associate only with their own countrymen, change their climate, but not their customs; they see new meridians, but the same men, and with heads as empty as their pockets, return home, with travelled bodies, but untravelled minds.


Youthful minds, like the pliant wax, are susceptible of the most lasting impressions, and the good or evil bias they then receive is seldom if ever eradicated.


Little minds are hurt by little things; great minds rise above them.


Noblest minds are easiest bent.




My friends, the chief duty of the ministers of God, is, that they should help their brethren to the best of their fallible knowledge and feeble power. When there is a spirit of repentance; when men truly seek the means of grace; when they have ceased to be insolent and defiant in sin; when they do intend—were it but ever so faintly—to lead a new life—then

Our commission is to heal, not harm;
We come not to condemn, but reconcile;
We come not to compel, but call again;
We come not to destroy, but edify;
Nor yet to question things already done;
These are forgiven; matters of the past;
And range with jetsam, and with offal, thrown
Into the blind sea of forgetfulness.

F. W. Farrar, D. D.



One ounce of mirth is worth more than ten thousand weight of gloominess.


Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.



Most just it is that he who breweth mischief should have the first draught of it himself.




Constantine the Great, born 274 A. D., in order to reclaim a miser, took a lance and marked out a space of ground the size of a human body and said to him: "Add heap to heap, accumulate riches upon riches, extend the bounds of your possessions, conquer the whole world, and in a few days, such a spot as this, will be all that you will have."


A miser grows rich by seeming poor; an extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.



Misers.—If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow citizens, for the sake of accumulating wealth; "Poor Man," I would say, "you pay too much for your whistle."

Benj. Franklin.


No thoroughly occupied man was ever miserable.




'Tis time enough to bear a misfortune when it comes without anticipating it.



Learn never to repine at your own misfortunes, or to envy the happiness of others.


Any man may make a mistake; none but a fool will stick to it.



Better a mistake avoided, than two corrected.


I will not quarrel with a slight mistake,
Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.



There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake.



No lessons are so impressive as those our mistakes teach us.


Young heads are giddy, and young hearts are warm,
And make mistakes for manhood to reform.



People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.





He that holds fast the golden mean,
And lives contentedly between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.




'Tis not enough the voice be sound and clear,
'Tis modulation that must charm the ear.


The abundance of money ruins youth.


I almost grow to believe there is a sort of curse on money which is not earned, even when it is bestowed by father on son or daughter. It cripples individual development, and I think only when it is earned is it blest.


A' complain o' want o' siller (money): nane o' want o' sense.



Your money cannot change your blood,
Although you strut as though it could.




He serves you in the present tense;
He lends you in the conditional mood;
Keeps you in the subjunctive;
And is apt to ruin you in the future!



The love of money is the root of much devotion.


A man's money is either his master or his slave.


Money doesn't make happiness. There is many a heart-ache behind plenty of money!

Nettie S. Murphy.


He who finds no money in his own purse, is still less likely to find it in that of others.


Agassiz said, "I have no time to waste in making money. Life is not sufficiently long to enable a man to get rich and do his duty to his fellow man at the same time."


No bees, no honey; no work, no money.




Money will purchase occupation;
It will purchase all the conveniences of life;
It will purchase variety of company;
It will purchase all sorts of entertainments;
It can change men's manners; alter their conditions!
How tempestuous these slaves are without it!
O thou powerful metal! what authority
Is in thee! thou art the key of all men's
Mouths; with thee a man may lock up the jaws
Of an informer, and without thee, he
Cannot open the lips of a lawyer.



Mention money and the world is silent.


How like a queen comes forth the lonely moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds;
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

G. Croly.



See yonder fire! it is the moon
Slow rising o'er the eastern hill.
It glimmers on the forest tips,
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.

H. W. Longfellow.



With morning cool reflection comes.

Sir Walter Scott.


The morning hour has gold in its mouth.

Dr. Franklin.



The Princess of Wales has trained her children so carefully in habits of obedience and veracity that they are most trustworthy little persons. Before her royal highness started on her trip round the world with her husband, she drew up a list of rules to be observed in the nursery, and added a series of light tasks to be fullfilled by each one of the youngsters before the date set for her return.

The rules were to be enforced by the nurses. The performance of the tasks was left to the honor of the children, and in addition there was a list of things they must not do.

There were occasional lapses of memory as regards the forbidden things, and some carelessness in carrying out the tasks, for royal children, despite the severity of their training, are children still. But in the main they respected their mother's wishes and commands, and took no advantage of her absence. Upon one occasion, however, they were sorely tempted. This was when their loving and beloved grandmother, Queen Alexandria, brought them a big box of bonbons. But when the sweets were offered to them, one child after another reluctantly but firmly declined to take any.

"We like them, but mother has forbidden us to eat them," explained the eldest prince.

"You can have the sugar-plums if I say you may," said the indulgent queen. "I will tell mama all about it when she returns."

[287] Prince Eddie wavered momentarily, then reiterated his refusal.

"We'd like them," he sighed, "but that's what mother said."

The queen was slightly annoyed by this opposition.

"But if I say you may—" she said.

Prince Eddie stood his ground, a hero between two fires—the wishes of his adored mother, and those of his almost equally adored grandmother. His sister and his brothers followed his lead. When the queen went away she put the bonbons on the nursery table and there they stayed for months untouched, a handsome monument to the thoroughness of the princess' training and the respectful love and devotion of her children.

The Youth's Companion.


Better the child should cry than the mother sigh.




In Scotland a peasant woman had a child a few weeks old, which was seized by one of the golden eagles, the largest in the country, and borne away in its talons to its lofty eyrie on one of the most inaccessible cliffs of Scotland's bleak hills; the mother, perceiving her loss, hurried in alarm to its rescue, and the peasantry among whom the alarm spread, rushed out to her aid; they all came to the foot of the tremendous precipice; the peasants were anxious to risk their lives in order to recover the little infant; but how was the crag to be reached? One peasant tried to climb, but was obliged to return; another tried and came down injured; a third tried, and one after another failed, till a universal feeling of despair and deep sorrow fell upon the [288]crowd as they gazed upon the eyrie where the infant lay. At last a woman was seen, climbing first one part and then another, getting over one rock and then another, and while every heart trembled with alarm, to the amazement of all, they saw her reach the loftiest crag, and clasp the infant rejoicingly in her bosom. This heroic female began to descend the perilous steep with her child; moving from point to point; and while everyone thought that her next step would precipitate her and dash her to pieces, they saw her at length reach the ground with the child safe in her arms. Who was this female? Why did she succeed when others failed? It was The Mother of The Child.




The Rev. George Crabbe when describing the funeral of "The Mother," in his passing glance at the half-interested spectators, says:—

Curious and sad, upon the fresh-dug hill
The village lads stood, melancholy still.

and in his description of the return to the house:—

Arrived at home, how then they gazed around.
In every place where she no more was found;
The seat at table she was wont to fill;
The fireside chair, still set, but vacant still;
The garden walks, a labor all her own;
The latticed bower, with trailing shrubs o'ergrown:
The Sunday pew she filled with all her race—
Each place of hers, was now a sacred place,
That while it called up sorrows in the eyes,
Pierced the full heart, and forced them still to rise.

From the Eclectic Magazine.




Children, look in those eyes, listen to that dear voice, notice the feeling of even a single touch that is bestowed upon you by that gentle hand. Make much of it while yet you have that most precious of all good gifts, a loving mother. Read the unfathomable love of those eyes; the kind anxiety of that tone and look, however slight your pain.

In after-life you may have friends, fond, dear, kind friends; but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you which none but a mother bestows. Often do I sigh in my struggles with hard, uncaring world, for the sweet, deep security I felt when, of an evening nestling in her bosom, I listened to some quiet tale, suitable to my age, read in her tender and untiring voice. Never can I forget her sweet glances cast upon me when I appeared asleep, never her kiss of peace at night. Years have passed away since we laid her beside my father in the old church yard; yet still her voice whispers from the grave, and her eye watches over me, as I visit spots long since hallowed to the memory of my mother.


The mother's heart is the child's school-room.


He who takes the child by the hand, takes the mother by the heart.


Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.



Each mother is a historian; she writes not the history of empires or of nations on paper, but she writes her own history on the imperishable mind of her child. That tablet and that history will remain indelible when time shall be no more. That history each mother shall meet again, and read, with eternal joy, or unutterable grief, in the coming ages of eternity.



That it is the mother who moulds the man is a sentiment beautifully illustrated by the following recorded observation of a shrewd writer:—

"When I lived among the Choctaw Indians, I held a consultation with one of their chiefs respecting the successive stages of their progress in the arts of civilized life; and among other things he informed me, that at their start they made a great mistake,—they only sent boys to school. These boys came home intelligent men; but they married uneducated and uncivilized wives, and the uniform result was, the children were all like their mothers. The father soon lost all his interest both in wife and children. 'And now,' said he 'if we would educate but one class of our children, we should choose the girls; for, when they become mothers, they educate their sons.'"



Can'st thou, mother, for a moment think
That we, thy children, when old age shall shed
Its blanching honors on thy weary head,
Could from our best of duties ever shrink?
Sooner the sun from his high sphere should sink,
Than we, ungrateful, leave thee in that day
To pine in solitude thy life away,
[291] Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink.
Banish the thought!—where'er our steps may roam,
O'er smiling plains, or wastes without a tree
Still will fond memory point our hearts to thee,
And paint the pleasures of thy peaceful home;
While duty bids us all thy griefs assuage
And smoothe the pillow of thy sinking age.

Henry Kirke White.



My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead,
Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?
I heard the bells tolled on thy burial day,
I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away;
And, turning from my nursery window, drew
A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!
Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went,
Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent,
I learned at last submission to my lot:
But though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.



An ounce of mother is worth more than a pound of clergy.

Spanish Proverb.



It was a judicious resolution of a father, as well as a most pleasing compliment to his wife, when, on being asked by a friend what he intended to do with his girls, he replied: "I intend to apprentice them to their mother, that they may learn the art of improving time, and be fitted to become wives, mothers, heads of families, and useful members of [292]society." Equally just, but very different, was the remark of an unhappy husband—his wife was vain and thoughtless—"It is hard to say, but if my girls are to have a chance of growing up good for anything, they must be sent out of the way of their mother's example."



My son! my son! I cannot speak the rest—
Ye who have sons can only know my fondness!
Ye who have lost them, or who fear to lose,
Can only know my pangs! none else can guess them;
A mother's sorrows cannot be conceived
But by a mother!


Pomponius Atticus, who pronounced a funeral oration on the death of his mother, protested that though he had resided with her sixty-seven years, he was never once reconciled to her; "because," said he, "there never happened the least discord between us, and consequently there was no need of reconciliation."



Is there, when the winds are singing
In the happy summer time—
When the raptured air is ringing
With earth's music heavenward springing,
Forest chirp and village chime—
Is there, of the sounds that float
Unsighingly, a single note
Half so sweet, and clear, and wild,
As the laughter of a child?

Laman Blanchard.



A True Estimate of a Mother.—To a child, there is no velvet so soft as a mother's lap, no rose so lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.



The following simple, beautiful lines contain an unadorned statement of a fact in the experience of a friend, who is fond of wandering in the Scotch highland glens:

As I came wandering down Glen Spean,
Where the braes are green and grassy,
With my light step I overtook
A weary-footed lassie.
She had one bundle on her back,
Another in her hand,
And she walked as one who was full loath
To travel from the land.
Quoth I, "my bonnie lass!"—for she
Had hair of flowing gold,
And dark brown eyes, and dainty limbs,
Right pleasant to behold—
"My bonnie lass, what aileth thee,
On this bright summer day,
To travel sad and shoeless thus
Upon the stony way?
"I'm fresh and strong, and stoutly shod,
And thou art burdened so;
March lightly now and let me bear
The bundles as we go."
[294]"No, no!" she said, "that canna be,
What's mine is mine to bear,
Of good or ill, as God may will,
I take my portioned share."
"But you have two and I have none;
One burden give to me;
I'll take that bundle from thy back
That heavier seems to be."
"No, no!" she said; "this, if you will,
That holds—no hand but mine
May bear its weight from dear Glen Spean
'Cross the Atlantic brine!"
"Well, well! but tell me what may be
Within that precious load
Which thou dost bear with such fine care
Along the dusty road?
"Is it some present rare
From friend in parting hour;
Perhaps, as prudent maidens wont,
Thou tak'st with thee thy dower?"
She drooped her head, and with her hand
She gave a mournful wave;
"Oh, do not jest, dear sir—it is
Turf from my mother's grave!"
I spoke no word; we sat and wept
By the road-side together:
No purer dew on that bright day
Was dropt upon the heather.

John Stuart Black.



When we are sick, where can we turn for succor,
When we are wretched where can we complain?
And when the world looks cold and surly on us
Where can we go to meet a warmer eye
With such sure confidence as to a mother?


Is there a heart that music cannot melt?
Alas! how is that rugged heart forlorn.



Music loosens a heart that care has bound.


No music is so charming to my ear as the requests of my friends, and the supplications of those in want of my assistance.



His very foot has music in't,
As he comes up the stair.




For art may err, but nature cannot miss.

J. Dryden.


Our nature exists by motion; perfect rest is death.



Good-nature, like a bee, collects honey from every herb. Ill-nature, like a spider, sucks poison from the sweetest flower.


Good-nature is the beauty of the mind, and, like personal beauty, wins almost without anything else.



If you want to keep your good looks, keep your good nature.



No ordinance of man shall override
The settled laws of nature and of God;
Not written these in pages of a book,
Nor were they framed to-day, nor yesterday;
We know not whence they are; but this we know,
That they from all eternity have been,
And shall to all eternity endure.

Sophocles, born 495 B. C.


Every one follows the inclinations of his own nature.



There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
[297]I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I am can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Lord Byron.


Who can paint
Like nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

J. Thomson.


Tender handed stroke a nettle
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains;
Thus it is with vulgar natures,
Use them kindly, they rebel:
But be rough as nutmeg graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

Aaron Hill.


Where is there a sharper arrow than the sting of unmerited neglect?


'Tis wisely said
To know thyself: equally profitable it is
To know thy neighbors!


Say not unto thy neighbor, Go, and come again, and to-morrow I will give; when thou hast it by thee.

Proverbs 3, 28v.



Very Few Live by Choice.—Every man is placed in his present condition by causes which acted without his foresight, and with which he did not always willingly co-operate; and therefore you will rarely meet one who does not think the lot of his neighbor better than his own.

Dr. Johnson in Rasselas.


We ought to do at once and without delay whatever we owe to our neighbors; to make them wait for what is due to them, is the essence of injustice.



It wins my admiration
To view the structure of this little work—
A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without;
No tool had he that wrought; no knife to cut,
No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert,
No glue to join; his little beak was all;
And yet how neatly finished!—What nice hand,
And every implement and means of art,
And twenty years' apprenticeship to boot,
Could make me such another? Fondly then
We boast of excellence, whose noblest skill
Instinctive genius foils.



The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done, is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Ecclesiastes 1, 9v.



He knocks boldly at the door who brings good news.


The most ridiculous nicknames are often the most adhesive.



Coolness and counsel come in the night, and both are of God.

Arab Proverb.


Quiet night, that brings
Rest to the laborer, is the outlaw's day,
In which he rises early to do wrong,
And when his work is ended, dares not sleep.

P. Massinger.


Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather 'round an aching breast
The curtain of repose.
Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!

Jas. Montgomery.


Learn to say No! and it will be of more use to you than to be able to read Latin.



Duty.—A wise man who does not assist with his counsels, a rich man with his charity, and a poor man with his labor, are perfect nobodies in a commonwealth.





Nobody likes to be nobody;
But everybody is pleased to think himself somebody.
And everybody is somebody:
But when anybody thinks himself to be somebody,
He generally thinks everybody else to be nobody.


By doing nothing we learn to do ill.



The young are fond of novelty.


So easily are we impressed by numbers, that even a dozen wheelbarrows in succession seem quite imposing.





Lord Elibank, the Scotch peer, was told that Dr. Johnson, in his dictionary, had defined oats to be food for horses in England, and for men in Scotland. "Ay," said his lordship, "and where else can you find such horses and such men?"



Deuteronomy xxi, 20.—"This our son is stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice."

"I well remember," says a writer on Christian education, "being much impressed by a sermon about twenty years ago, in which the preacher said, were he to select one word as the most important in education, it should be the word, obey. My experience since has fully convinced me of the justice of the remark. Without filial obedience everything must go wrong. Is not a disobedient child guilty of a manifest breach of the Fifth Commandment? And is not a parent, who suffers this disobedience to continue, an habitual partaker in his child's offense against that commandment?"


Obedience.—Obedience, promptly, fully given, is one of the most beautiful things that walks the earth.

Dr. Raleigh.


Wise, modest, constant, ever close at hand,
Not weighing, but obeying all command,
Such servant by a monarch's throne may stand.


An extraordinary haste to discharge an obligation is a sort of ingratitude.

La Rochefoucauld.


Most men remember obligations, but not often to be grateful for them. The proud are made sour by the remembrance, and the vain silent.



To John I ow'd great obligation,
But John unhappily thought fit
To publish it to all the nation:
Sure John and I are more than quit.



People newly emerged from obscurity, generally launch out into indiscriminate display.

Jean Ingelow.


Obstinacy is will asserting itself without being able to justify itself. It is persistence without a plausible motive. It is the tenacity of self-love substituted for the tenacity of reason or conscience.



Thrice happy they who have an occupation.



An oil-jar can be used again for nothing but oil.

(A man should follow what he was bred to.)



Others may use the ocean as their road,
Only the British make it their abode:—
They tread the billows with a steady foot.



To call people peculiar is only a polite way of calling them disagreeable.

W. S. Murphy.




Time to me this truth has taught
('Tis a treasure worth revealing,)
More offend by want of thought
Than by want of feeling.

Charles Swain.


A dog's obeyed in office.



A bad man in office is a public calamity.



Omissions, no less than commissions, are oftentimes branches of injustice.



It has been shrewdly said, that, when men abuse us, we should suspect ourselves, and when they praise us, them.


No liberal man would impute a charge of unsteadiness to another for having changed his opinion.




Men often lose opportunities by want of self-confidence. Doubts and fears in the minds of some rise up over every event, and they fear to attempt what most probably would be successful through their timorousness; while a courageous, active man, will, perhaps with half the ability, carry an enterprise to a prosperous termination.



Men spend their lives in anticipations, in determining to be vastly happy at some period or other, when they have time. But the present time has one advantage over every other—it is our own. Past opportunities are gone; the future may never come to us.



To let slip a favorable opportunity is the greatest proof of imbecility.


He loses all who loses the right moment.



Master of human destinies am I;
Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait,
Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate
Deserts, and seas remote, and, passing by
Hovel, and mart, and palace, soon or late,
I knock unbidden once at every gate.
If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise
Before I turn away. It is the hour of fate,
And those who follow me, gain every state
Mortals desire, and conquer every foe
Save Death, but those who doubt, or hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury, and woe,
Seek me in vain, and uselessly implore.
I answer not, and I return no more.

U. S. Senator John J. Ingalls, of Kansas.




There is no man whom Fortune does not visit at least once in his life; but when she does not find him ready to receive her, she walks in at the door, and flies out at the window.

Cardinal Imperiali.


Didn't Know the Place.—A young man who left his native city to study medicine in Paris, and had been applying his time and the paternal remittances to very different purposes, received a visit from his father, who intended making a short stay in the capital to inspect its wonders. During an afternoon stroll together, the day after the elder's arrival, the father and son happened to pass in front of a large colonnaded building. "What is that?" said the senior, carelessly. "I don't know, but we'll inquire," answered the student. On the query being put to an official, he shortly replied: "That? It is the School of Medicine."


The opportunity is often lost by deliberating.



We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.



Four things come not back.
The spoken word,
The sped arrow,
The past life,
And the neglected opportunity.



To-day is the opportunity for enjoyment and work; knowest thou where thou wilt be to-morrow? Time flies swiftly away, and we with it.




There are sharks in the ocean, and wolves in the forest, and eagles in the air, and tyrants on thrones, and tormentors in cottages.

Dr. J. Hamilton.


All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.




Ambitious parents sometimes try to make lawyers, doctors, preachers and statesmen out of boys nature meant for plowmen. How often do we find misfits! There is nothing more pitiable than to see a man whose mind and heart are completely wrapped up in one thing and yet condemned by circumstances to do another.


The cavalry captain Kurtzhagen was invited to dine with King Frederick II. "From what noble house are you descended?" asked the king. "From none whatever," replied Kurtzhagen. "My parents are only poor country people, but I would not exchange them for any other parents in the world." "Well said," replied the king. "Woe to him who is so mean as to be ashamed of his parents."



"Father," said a young man on his death-bed, "you have been very good to me. You have given me a fine education, and you have placed me in a fine social position; you have done everything for me in a worldly sense; but, dear father, you never told me much of a hereafter. Now I am dying."


If any one toil for a parent, it is not fitting to bear remembrance of the toil.


The good conduct of the father and mother is the blessing of the children.



A little Boston girl was encouraged by her parents to study so much that her brain gave way, and she is now an idiot. This is a sad result, but the parents must find some consolation in the thought that they have made their daughter like themselves.


It so falls out, that,
What we have we prize, not to the worth,
While we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then, we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us,
Whilst it was ours.


Note: Applicable to one's parents.




We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet;
One little hour! and then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mists, and cloud, and foam,
To meet no more.

A. Smith.



When forc'd to part from those we love,
Though sure to meet to-morrow;
We yet a kind of anguish prove,
And feel a touch of sorrow.
But oh! what words can paint the fears
When from those friends we sever,
Perhaps to part for months—for years—
Perhaps to part for ever.


Control your passion or it will control you.



Nothing overcomes passion sooner than silence.



Remember, three things come not back;
The arrow sent upon its track—
It will not swerve, it will not stay
Its speed; it flies to wound or slay;
The spoken word, so soon forgot
By thee, but it has perished not;
[309]In other hearts 'tis living still,
And doing work for good or ill;
And the lost opportunity
That cometh back no more to thee.
In vain thou weep'st, in vain dost yearn,
These three will never more return.


Let by-gones be by-gones; let the past be forgotten.

Dr. Webster.


Every one utters the word "past" with more emotion than "future."



The beaten path is the safe one.

From the Latin.


A pearl is often hidden in an ugly shell.



The pen is the tongue of the mind.




An old peasant in a German village had to leave his children alone in the house for the day. "If a thief comes," he said to them, "do not cry 'Thief!' For everybody will be afraid and will say to himself: 'After all, it's not my property that's being taken.' No, my children; shout 'Fire!' The whole village will run to help you, for everybody will be afraid the fire will spread."

Saturday Evening Post.



Perfection none must hope to find
In all this world—in man or woman-kind.


As the sun's shadow shifts, so there is no permanence on earth.



By persevering, mountains will often become only mole hills.



Scottish perseverance has itself become proverbial; we remember to have met with a story which is said to be connected with the foundation of an opulent mercantile house which has flourished for some generations. Saunders, the traveler, entered a shop in London and enquired for the head of the house; one of the clerks asked what he wanted; the answer of Saunders was, as usual, a question, "Want ye aught in my line, sir?" "No," was the prompt reply, accompanied by a look of contempt at the itinerant Scotch merchant. "Will ye no tak' a look o' the gudes, sir?" was Saunders' next query. "No, not at all; I have not time. Take them away—take them away!" "Ye'll aiblins (perhaps) find them worth your while, and I doubt na but ye'll buy," said Saunders; and he proceeded to untie and unstrap his burden. "Go away—go away!" was reiterated more than once by the clerk, but the persevering Scot still persisted. The master of the establishment overheard all that had taken place, and now he stepped forward, and, moved by some compunction for the treatment the traveler had received, and some admiration, too, for the patience and perseverance of the man, he consented to look over the [311]contents of the pack, found them to be exactly the goods he was in want of, purchased them all, and gave a very large order; and thus, says Chambers, who tells the story, assisted in the foundation of a large mercantile house.

But is not this the stuff of which also the Livingstones and the Macleods are made? Was not this the spirit which set the brave Sir Walter Scott to work, when sinking into his later years, to overtake his fearful loss of one hundred thousand pounds? Is it not a commentary upon that especial proverb which we have said so illustrates the Scottish character, "He that tholes (or endures) overcomes?"

Chambers Journal.


Better ask twice than lose your way once.



Petitions not sweeten'd
With gold, are but unsavoury, oft refused;
Or if received, are pocketed, never read.



Jenny Lind was frequently known to pass unobserved from her residence, as if to make a visit, and had been traced to the back lanes and cottages of the poor, whose wants she ascertained and relieved. Several times she had been remonstrated with, and warned by her intimate friends against being imposed upon. She always replied, "Never mind; if I relieve ten, and one is worthy, I am satisfied."



A philanthropist, when a candidate for the ministry, was traveling on one occasion from Strasbourg. It was in the [312]winter time. The ground was deeply covered with snow, and the roads were almost impassable. He had reached the middle of his journey and was among the mountains; and by that time was so exhausted that he could stand erect no longer. He was rapidly freezing to death, and sleep began to overpower him. He commended himself to God, and yielded to what he felt to be the sleep of death. He knew not how long he slept, but suddenly became conscious of some one rousing him. Before him stood a wagon-driver in his blue blouse, and the wagon not far away. His rescuer gave him a little wine and food, and the spirit of life returned. He then helped him upon the wagon, and brought him to the next village. Oberlin, the philanthropist, was profuse in his thanks, and offered money, which his benefactor refused. "It is only a duty to help one another," said the wagoner; "and it is the next thing to an insult to offer a reward for such a service." "Then," said Oberlin, "at least tell me your name, that I may have you in thankful remembrance before God." "I see," said the wagoner, "that you are a minister of the Gospel. Please tell me the name of the Good Samaritan." "That," said Oberlin, "I cannot do; for it was not put on record." "Then," replied the wagoner, "until you can tell me his name, permit me to withhold mine."


A Sensible Answer.—A story is told about Wendell Phillips—a story that must have made even the serious-minded Abolitionist laugh heartily: He was in a hotel in Charleston, had breakfast in his room, and was served by a slave. Mr. Phillips spoke to him as an Abolitionist, but the waiter seemed to be more concerned about the breakfast than about himself. Finally Mr. Phillips told him to go away, saying that he could not bear to be waited upon by a slave.

The other remonstrated: "Scuse me, massa, but I's obliged to stay yere, 'cause I's 'sponsible fo' de silverware."




A lady sent for me in haste to come and see,
What her condition for a cure might be.
Dear me! a patient—what a happy tone,
To have a patient, and one all my own—
To have a patient and myself be feed,
Raised expectations very high indeed—
I saw a practice growing from the seed.

Wm. Tod Helmuth.


Fretting is the doctor's best friend all over the whole world.


Temperance and toil are the two real physicians of mankind.


The purse of the patient frequently, alas! protracts his cure.



Physic, for the most part, is nothing else but the substitute of exercise and temperance.



To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.


The thirsty earth soaks up the rain
And drinks and gaps for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.

A. Cowley.




Pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.

Burns: Tam O'Shanter.


There is a certain dignity to be kept up in pleasures as well as in business.


The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Charles Lamb.


To make pleasures pleasant, shorten them.



Pleasures make folks acquainted with each other, but it takes trials and griefs to make them know each other.


Our sweetest pleasures—oft
Are in our memories.


A man would have but little pleasure if he did not sometimes flatter himself.


The most delicate, the most sensible of all pleasures, consist in promoting the pleasures of others.

La Bruyere.




When the fire in your room goes out, drop your pen, or, if reading, your book, and go out too; If you remain, and continue your work, you may regret it. Many a student in the universities, anxious to get on with his studies, has worked in a cold room and paid the penalty with—Pneumonia, ending sometimes in death.



Modern poets mix much water with their ink.



Avoid all haste; calmness is an essential ingredient of politeness.

Alphonse Karr.



A small boy was at a table where his mother was not near to take care of him, and a lady next to him volunteered her services. "Let me cut your steak for you," she said; "if I can cut it the way you like it," she added, with some degree of doubt. "Thank you," the boy responded, accepting her courtesy; "I shall like it the way you cut it, even if you do not cut it the way I like it."



The following beautiful incident is related of the late Prince consort. On one occasion a humble but very worthy man who had befriended the Prince in early life called to see him, and was invited to come to the family table. He began to eat with his knife, as he had always been accustomed [316]to do, and this excited a little quiet merriment among the young people. Prince Albert looked round upon them, as if to say, "Stop that!" and at once began himself to eat with his knife, and continued to do so to the end of the meal. After dinner, one of the children asked him why he did so. The Prince replied: "It is well enough for us to observe the etiquette of the day; but it is far more important to avoid insulting people. I wanted my old friend to enjoy his dinner, which he could not have done had he seen you laughing at him. He is accustomed to use his knife, and it would doubtless be quite difficult for him to use the fork instead."—This was genuine politeness, and the world would be happier if the same feeling were always shown.


Politeness is as natural to delicate natures as perfume is to flowers; it smoothes wrinkles.


Ceremonies are different in every country; but true politeness is everywhere the same.



Dr. Johnson:—"Politics are now nothing more than means of rising in the world. With this sole view do men engage in politics, and their whole conduct proceeds upon it."

Boswell's Johnson.


Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.


Poor folks' wisdom goes for little.




He that thinks he can afford to be negligent, is not far from being poor.

Dr. Johnson.


Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;
But riches, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.


Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh term be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word.

George W. Hangford.


The poor, the humble, and your dependents, will often be afraid to ask their due from you: be the more mindful of it yourself.


The poor, who envies not the rich, who pities his companions in poverty, and can spare something for him that is still poorer, is, in the realms of humanity, a king of kings.


The man who says, "Let me wait a little, when I have something to spare, I will relieve the poor," will never relieve them.




"And wherefore do the poor complain?"
The rich man ask'd of me:
"Come, walk abroad with me," I said,
"And I will answer thee."
'Twas evening, and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold;
And we were wrapp'd and coated well,
And yet we were a-cold.
We met an old, bareheaded man,
His locks were thin and white;
I ask'd him what he did abroad
In that cold winter's night.
The cold was keen, indeed, he said—
But at home no fire had he;
And therefore he had come abroad
To ask for charity.
We met a young barefooted child,
And she begged loud and bold;
I asked her what she did abroad
When the wind it blew so cold.
She said her father was at home,
And he lay sick abed;
And therefore was it she was sent
Abroad to beg for bread.
We saw a woman sitting down
Upon a stone to rest;
She had a baby at her back,
And another at her breast.
[319] I ask'd her why she loiter'd there,
When the night-wind was so chill;
She turn'd her head, and bade the child
That scream'd behind, be still—
Then told us that her husband served,
A soldier, far away;
And therefore to her parish she
Was begging back her way.
I turn'd me to the rich man then,
For silently stood he;
"You ask'd me why the poor complain
And these have answer'd thee!"

Old Magazine.


The world caresses the rich, though vulgar and ill-bred, and avoids the poor man of merit in the threadbare coat.



A worthy old Ayrshire farmer had the portraits of himself and his wife painted. When that of her husband, in an elegant frame, was hung over the fireplace, the gudewife remarked in a sly manner: "I think, gudeman, noo that ye've gotten your picture hung up there, we should just put in below't, for a motto, like, 'Aye richt!'"

"Deed may ye, my woman," replied her husband in an equally pawkie tone; "and when ye get yours hung up over the sofa there, we'll just put up anither motto on't, and say, 'Never wrang.'"


Not every man who has an easy place has a soft pillow.




If rich, it is easy enough to conceal our wealth; but, if poor, it is not quite so easy to conceal our poverty. We shall find it less difficult to hide a thousand guineas, than one hole in our coat.


Poverty is the only burden which grows heavier when loved ones help to bear it.


Poverty is in want of much, but avarice of everything.

Publius Syrus.



A poor man resembles a fiddler, whose music, though liked, is not much praised, because he lives by it; while a gentleman performer, though the most wretched scraper alive, throws the audience into raptures.


The love of power is an instinct of the human heart.



Power often goes before talent.

From the Danish.


When power puts in its plea,
The laws are silent.




A partnership with men in power is never safe.



And (strange to tell) he practised what he preached.



Praise is the best diet for us after all.

Sydney Smith.


Just praise is only a debt, but flattery is a present.



The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns more or less and glows in every heart.

Dr. E. Young.


Most persons are like Themistocles that never found himself so well contented, as when he heard himself praised.



How could my tongue
Take pleasure, and be lavish in thy praise!
How could I speak thy nobleness of nature!
Thy open, manly heart, thy courage, constancy
And inborn truth, unknowing to dissemble!
Thou art the man in whom my soul delights
In whom, next heaven, I trust.


Self-Praise.—It is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking, if your own tongue must praise you.



The sweetest of all sounds is,—praise!


No man ever praised two persons equally—and pleased them both.



A zealous divine, who had prayed earnestly that God would teach him the perfect way of truth, was directed in a dream to go to a certain place, where he would find an instructor; when he came to the place, he found a man in ordinary attire, to whom he wished a good morning.

"I never had a bad morning," replied the man. "That is very singular; I wish you may always be as fortunate." "I was never unfortunate," said he. "I hope you may always be as happy," said the divine. "I am never unhappy," said the other. "I wish," said the divine, "that you would explain yourself a little."

"That I will cheerfully do," said the other; "I said that I never had a bad morning, for every morning, even if I am pinched with hunger, I praise God. If it rains, or snows, or hails, whether the day is serene or tempestuous, I am still thankful to God, and therefore I never had a joyless morning. If I am miserable in outward circumstances, and despised, I still praise God; you wished that I might always be fortunate, but I cannot be unfortunate, because nothing befalls me but according to the will of God, and I believe that His will is always good, in whatever He does or permits to be done. You wished me always happy, but I cannot be unhappy, because my will is always resigned to the will of God."

The divine, astonished at the man's answers, asked him whence he came.

[323] "I came from God," he replied. "Where did you find Him?" "Where I left the world." "Where did you leave God?" "With the pure in heart." "What are you?" "I am a king." "Where is your kingdom?" "It is within my bosom. I have learned to rule my appetites and passions, and that is better than to rule any kingdom in the world."

"How were you brought into this happy condition?"

"By secret prayer, spiritual meditation and union with God; nothing below God could satisfy my desires; I have found Him, and in Him I have found Peace and Rest."

Old Magazine.



"Our Father, in Thy mercy
Hear our anxious prayer:
Keep our loved ones now far absent
'Neath Thy care."



A laborer went to work for a wealthy farmer. It was regarded as something of a favor to be employed by him, as he was a prompt and liberal paymaster, and was look'd upon by his neighbors as a very superior farmer. The man remained with him only a few days.

"I'm told you've left farmer P," said a neighbor.

"Yes, I have," was the reply.

"Was the work too hard for you?"

"There was nothing to complain of on that score."

"What then? Were the wages too low?"


"Why did you leave?"

"There was no roof on the house!" And he went on [324]his way, leaving the questioner to ponder on the strange answer he had given.

The man's meaning may be found in the saying of an old writer, who affirms that a dwelling in which prayer is not offered up to God daily, is like a house without a roof, in which there cannot be either peace, safety, or comfort.

Old Magazine.


Prayer in the morning is the key that opens to us the treasures of God's mercies and blessings; in the evening it is the key that shuts us up under his protection and safeguard.


When thou prayest, rather let thy heart be without words, than thy words without heart.




"Oh, that mine eyes might closed be
To what concerns me not to see;
That deafness might possess mine ear
To what concerns me not to hear;
That love my tongue might always tie
From ever speaking foolishly!
But what are wishes! Lord, mine eye
On Thee is fixed. To Thee I cry.
Wash, Lord, and purify my heart
And make it clean in every part;
And when 'tis clean, Lord, keep it, too,
For that is more than I can do."




Rev. Thomas Guthrie:—"As an ambassador for Christ, I regard a preacher of the Gospel as filling the most responsible office any mortal can occupy. His pulpit is, in my eyes, loftier than a throne; and of all professions, learned or unlearned, his, though usually in point of wealth the poorest, I esteem the most honorable. That office is one angels themselves might covet."

From Memoir of Dr. Guthrie.


When the preacher seeks fame he is sure to find folly.


Opinions founded on prejudice are always sustained with the greatest violence.


He who never leaves his country is apt to be full of prejudices.



Enjoy the Present.—Our advantages fly away:
Gather flowers while ye may.



We cannot change yesterday—that is clear,—
Or begin on to-morrow until it is here;
So all that is left for you, and me,
Is to make to-day as sweet as can be.



Many delight more in giving of presents than in paying their debts.

Sir Philip Sidney.


People who strive to appear to be what they are not, only succeed in being nothing.


An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.


Thou art proud; believest thou thyself to be one of the more exalted beings?


Proud people seldom have friends. In prosperity they know nobody; in adversity nobody knows them.


Never be too much elated.

From the Latin.


How little do they know of human nature, who imagine, that pride is likely to be subdued by adversity.

Sir Arthur Helps.


Be unable at all times to forsake your principles.



Mrs. Campbell, a Scotch lady, was recommended as sub-governess to the Princess Charlotte, and the old King George III formed a high opinion of her. She felt reluctant [327]to accept the post, urging her deficiency in the necessary accomplishments. "Madame," said the king, "I hope we can afford to purchase accomplishments, but we cannot buy principles."


What may be dune at ony time, will be dune at nae time.



Professing, without practising, will never do us any good.


Honor and profit do not always lie in the same sack.

George Herbert.


Lord Chatham: "I would have inscribed on the curtains of your bed, and the walls of your chamber, this:—If you do not rise early, you can make progress in nothing."


My deeds, and speeches, sir,
Are lines drawn from one centre; what I promise
To do, I'll do.



There is no piety in keeping an unjust promise.

From the French.


When you have promised to do any good office, the right of the thing promised, hath passed over from you to another; consequently, you will esteem yourself obliged to stand to the performance of your word, though it may be to your own prejudice.



A man who means to keep his promises can't afford to make many.



He that gives away his property before death must prepare to suffer.



The minuteness and accuracy of God's program of the ages is often overlooked. There is a singular and striking instance of this in the triumphal entry of our Lord into Jerusalem. [1592:A]The command to go into the village nearby and bring the colt that would be found tied there, was in fulfillment of a prophesy made five hundred years before by Zachariah, 9th chapter, 9th verse:—"Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion: shout O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, thy King cometh unto thee: He is just, and having salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass."—That same donkey colt was so essential to the transaction of that day, that the pageant could not have gone on without it.

Rev. L. W. Irwin.


[1592:A] Mark xi, 2v.


Let those who propose, be willing to perform.


As distant prospects please us, but when near,
We find but desert rocks, and fleeting air.

Sir Sam'l Garth.


Now that I have a sheep and a cow, everybody bids me good morrow.



Prosperity often creates selfishness.

Thos. D. Brown.


Hard work is still, and always will be, the only road to prosperity.


If you know how to spend less than you get, you have the philosopher's stone.


In ascending the hill of prosperity, may we never meet a friend.


Prosperity makes friends;
Adversity tries them.

Publius Syrus.


Prosperity makes some friends, and what is too true, many enemies.


Prosperity in business is not always a sign or proof of the rectitude of one's principles.


It shows a weak mind not to bear prosperity as well as adversity, with moderation.


We are pleased with one who instantly assents to our opinions; but we love a proselyte.

Sir. A. Helps.




He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is humble. Teach him.

He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep. Wake him.

He who knows, and knows that he knows, is a wise man. Follow him.


Punctuality is one of the characteristics of politeness. He who does not keep his appointments promptly, is hardly fit for the society of gentlemen.


Punctuality begets
and Respect.

From the German.



It is neither polite nor honest to be behind hand when one can just as easily be on time. An artist solicited and obtained permission to paint a portrait of Queen Victoria. The hour and place for the important undertaking were named. Promptly the queen was present; but the artist was not when the hour came. He arrived at length, but too late, for her majesty had departed, leaving a message that she would not return. The queen had kept her promise, but the artist had failed to keep his, and thus lost the rare chance to win both fame and fortune.

T. J. MacMurray.



Lord Nelson used to say: "I have always been a quarter of an hour before my time, and it has made a man of me."


Horace Mann said:—Unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of dishonesty. You may as well borrow a person's money as his time.


To be unpunctual is sometimes considered a mark of consequence by little great men, but the truly great have always thought differently.


Purposes, like eggs, unless they be hatched into action, will run into decay.




I can get no remedy against the consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, and I find the disease is incurable.



Who has an empty purse must have a sweet tongue.


Not to oversee workmen is to leave them your purse open.





Quakerwise.—"William, thee knows I never call any bad names; but, William, if the mayor of the city were to come to me and say, 'Joshua, I want thee to find me the biggest liar in the city,' I would come to thee and put my hand on thy shoulder, and say to thee, 'William, the mayor wants to see thee.'"



In Lanarkshire, there lived a sma' laird named Hamilton, who was noted for his eccentricity. On one occasion, a neighbor waited on him, and requested his name as an accommodation to a bill for twenty pounds at three months date, which led to the following characteristic and truly Scottish colloquy:

"Na, na, I canna do that."

"What for no', laird? Ye hae dune the same thing for ithers."

"Ay, ay, Tammas, but there's wheels within wheels ye ken naething aboot; I canna do 't."

"It's a sma' affair to refuse me, laird."

"Weel, ye see, Tammas, if I was to pit my name till't, ye wad get the siller frae the bank, and when the time came round, ye wadna be ready, and I wad hae to pay't; sae then you and me wad quarrel; sae we mae just as weel quarrel the noo, as lang's the siller's in ma pouch."


In all thy quarrels leave open the door of reconciliation.



To quarrel with one person to please another, is to meet what we merit,—the displeasure of both.



He that blows the coals in quarrels he has nothing to do with, has no right to complain if the sparks fly in his face.


If you wish a wise answer you must put a rational question.




The rain is coming down in sheets;
It makes me sad to think about
The mud that will be in the streets
And all the crops and things washed out.
This rain will wash the dirt away,
And leave the pavements nice and clean;
I needn't use the hose to-day
To keep the front yard looking green.


My high birth suffocates me. If thou love me, mother, thou wilt not on all occasions quote my high rank; it is those only who have no peculiar good in their own nature who are constantly speaking of their noble birth.



A man who attempts to read all the new publications must do as the fly does—skip.


Man is not the prince of creatures,
But in reason. Fail that, he is worse
Than horse, or dog, or beast of wilderness.



When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.

Sir Walter Scott.


"Live and let live" was his rule: no more I'll say.


There is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one's life, that word is reciprocity;

What you do not wish done to yourself,
Do not do to others.



The bow cannot possibly stand always bent, nor can human nature subsist without recreation.



Regret.—It is folly to shiver over last year's snow.



Relaxation above produces remissness below. (In authority.)




A religion that costs nothing, does nothing.


They who doubt the blessings of religion because they find no Christian who is perfect, might as well deny the existence of the sun because it is not always noonday.

Marchioness de Spadara.


Religion is good for nothing one day in the week, unless it is also good for all the seven days.


Religion is the knowledge of the most excellent truths; the contemplation of the most glorious objects, and the hope of the most ravishing pleasures, and the practice of such duties as are most servicable to our happiness, our peace, our health, our honor, our prosperity, and our eternal welfare. Virtue needs no outward pomp; her very countenance is so full of majesty, that the proudest pay her respect, and the profanest are awed by her presence.


It is rare to see a rich man religious; for religion preaches restraint, and riches prompt to unlicensed freedom.



Religion lies more in the walk than in the talk.


Religion presents few difficulties to the humble,
Many to the proud,
Insuperable ones to the vain.



Religion, if in heavenly truths attired,
Needs only to be seen to be admired.



I will to-morrow, that I will,
I will be sure to do it;
To-morrow comes, to-morrow goes,
And still thou art to do it.
Thus still repentance is deferred,
From one day to another:
Until the day of death is come,
And judgment is the other.



'Tis not, to cry God mercy, or to sit
And droop, or to confess that thou hast fail'd:
'Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit;
And not commit those sins thou hast bewail'd,
He that bewails and not forsakes them too;
Confesses rather what he means to do.



Profanity Gently Reproved.—It is related that the excellent John Wesley, having to travel some distance in a stagecoach, was thereby brought into the company of an intelligent and gentlemanly officer of the British army. The officer was very social with his traveling companions; but the enjoyment, which his society would otherwise have afforded to those with him, was sadly lessened by the profane expressions he used.

[337] While stopping at a station, Mr. Wesley called the officer to one side, and, after expressing the satisfaction he had enjoyed in his company, told him he felt encouraged to ask of him a very great favor. "I shall take great pleasure in obliging you," replied the officer, "as I am certain you would not make an unreasonable request."—"Then," said Mr. Wesley, "as we are to travel together for some days, I beg that if I should so far forget myself as to use any profane language, you will kindly reprove me." The officer immediately perceived how faithfully and how delicately his own conduct stood reproved, and, smiling, said, "No one but Mr. Wesley could administer reproof in such manner."



After I have named the man, I need say no more.



It is reported of a person who, being ill, was asked whether she was willing to live or die; she answered—"Which God pleases." "But," said one, "if God should refer it to you, which would you choose?" "Truly," replied she, "I would at once refer it to Him again."

W. Secker.



Some seek bread—no more—life's mere subsistence,
And some seek wealth and ease—the common quest;
And some seek fame that hovers in the distance;
But all are seeking rest.




Pray, give us rest. A little rest
From peace-destroying hurry;
A moment of the quietest,
As balm for work and worry.
Pray, give us rest. A little rest
For people and for nation;
A moment's time to stop and test
The purpose of creation.

Wm. J. Lampton.


Rest is sweet to those who labor.



Take Rest.—A field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.



The man who goes easiest and best,
Is he who gives his tongue
Vast quantities of rest.


"If I rest too much, I rust,"—says the key.


Quick resolves are often unsafe.


Irresolute people often let their soup grow cold between the plate and the mouth.



Sleep over it and you will come to a resolution.



Those who act in a disinterested way seldom miss their reward.


One knows not for whom he gathers.



It is wealth to a man to be able to live contentedly upon a frugal store.



"I was fated the other day to come from Venice to Verona with a family—father and mother and two girls—it matters not what country they came from—presumably rich—girls fifteen and eighteen. I never before conceived the misery of people who had evidently spent all their lives in trying to gratify themselves. It was a little warm—warmer than was entirely luxurious—but nothing in the least harmful. They moaned and fidgeted and frowned and puffed and stretched and fanned, and ate lemons, and smelled bottles, and covered their faces, and tore the cover off again, and had not one thought or feeling during five hours of traveling in the most noble part of all the world except what four poor beasts would have had in their end of a menagerie, being dragged about on a hot day. Add to this misery every form of polite vulgarity, in methods of doing and saying the common things they said and did. I never yet saw humanity so degraded (allowing for external circumstances of every possible advantage) given wealth, attainable education and the inheritance of eighteen centuries of Christianity."

Letter to Charles E. Morton in the Atlantic.



They call him rich; I deem him poor;
Since, if he dares not use his store,
But saves it for his heirs,
The treasure is not his, but theirs.


The generous should be rich, and the rich should be generous.


Very rich men seldom or never whistle; poor men always do.


Who is truly rich? He who is satisfied with what he possesses.

From The Talmud.


It is difficult to gather a heap in a long time, but it is easy to squander the whole in a day.



Sir Thomas Sutton, the founder of the Charter House, was one of the wealthiest merchants of his day. Fuller tells how he was overheard one day praying in his garden: "Lord, Thou hast given me a large and liberal estate; give me also a heart to make use of it."


The Influence of Riches.—A respectable widow lady, with a very small income, which she was obliged to eke out by the produce of her own industry and ingenuity, was remarkable for her generous liberality, especially in contributing to the cause of religion. When any work of pious benevolence [341]was going forward, she was always ready to offer a donation equal to those of persons in comparative affluence. In process of time this lady came into the possession of an ample fortune, greatly to the joy of all who knew her willing liberality. But she no longer came forward unsolicited towards the cause of Christ, and when applied to, she yielded her aid but coldly and grudgingly, and sometimes excused herself from giving at all. On one occasion she presented a shilling to the same cause to which she had formerly given a guinea when in a state of comparative poverty. Her minister felt it his duty to expostulate with her, and reminded her of her former generosity when her means were so circumscribed. "Ah! sir," she affectingly replied; "then I had the shilling means, but the guinea heart, now I have the guinea means, but only the shilling heart. Then I received day by day my daily bread, and I had enough and to spare; now, I have to look at my ample income, but I live in constant apprehension that I may come to want!"


Riches and care are as inseparable as sun and shadow.


As riches and favor forsake a man, we discover him to be below mediocrity, but nobody could find it out in his prosperity.


I remember when Mr. Locke first came over from Italy. Old Dr. Moore, who had a high opinion of him, was crying up his drawings, and asked me if I did not think he would make a great painter? I said, "No, never!" "Why not?" "Because he has six thousand a year."




Few men are both rich and generous; fewer are both rich and humble.



Riches serve a wise man but command a fool.



'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy.



Riches:—We see how much a man has, and therefore we envy him; did we see how little he enjoys, we would rather pity him.



My riches consist not in the greatness of my possessions, but in the smallness of my wants.




Every one who rightly considers it, may know, that eminence and opulence in the world are not real divine blessings, notwithstanding man, from the pleasure he finds in them, calls them so; for they pass away, and also seduce many, and turn them away from heaven; but that eternal life, and its happiness, are real blessings, which are from the Divine: this the Lord also teaches in Luke: 12 ch., 33-34. "Make to yourselves a treasure that faileth not in the heavens, where the thief cometh not, nor the moth corrupteth; for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

Emanuel Swedenborg, 1688-1772.



Without frugality none can become rich, and with it, few would become poor.

Dr. Johnson.


No man has a right to do as he pleases, except when he pleases to do right.


Late Rising.—He who rises late, must trot all day, and will scarcely overtake his business at night.

Dr. Fuller.


To wish for anything that is unattainable is worthless, and a poor road to travel.


He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.



One roof and two winds—i. e., persons of opposite tempers living together.



Water and protect the root;
Heaven will watch the flower and fruit.



If a man could make a single rose, we should give him an empire; yet roses, and flowers no less beautiful, are scattered in profusion over the world, and no one regards them.


Royalty is but a feather in a man's cap; let children enjoy their rattle.




There cannot be a greater rudeness than to interrupt another in the current of his discourse.



No rumor wholly dies, once bruited wide.

Hesiod, a Greek, 850 B. C.



He who ordained the Sabbath loved the poor.

O. W. Holmes.


Those persons who are in the habit of avoiding worldly cares on the Sabbath, are the most remarkable for the perfect performance of their duties during the week. The influence of a change of thought on the Sabbath upon the minds of such persons, resembles that of a change of food upon the body. It seems to give a fresh spring to the mental operations, as the latter does to the physical.



Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day:
On other days the man of toil is doom'd
To eat his joyless bread—the ground
Both seat and board—screen'd from the winter's cold
And summer's heat, by neighboring hedge or tree;
But on this day, embosom'd in his home,
He shares the frugal meal with those he loves.




A well-spent Sabbath on earth, prepares us for the spending of a better one in heaven.


Better a little in safety, than an abundance, surrounded by danger.


More can be said in one minute than can be forgotten in a lifetime.



When Henry Drummond was traveling in tropical Africa, he found that salt was regarded by the natives as a rare luxury. Often he offered the native boys the choice between a pinch of salt and a lump of sugar, and they always chose the salt. Once he presented the head man of a village with a spoonful of salt. The chief twisted a leaf into a little bag, into which he poured the salt. Then he held out his hand to the children who crowded around, and each was allowed one lick of his empty palm.



Alone I walked the ocean strand:
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped and wrote upon the sand
My name, the year, the day.
As onward from the spot I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast;
A wave came rolling high and fast
And washed my lines away.
And so, methought, 'twill shortly be
With every mark on earth from me.

[346] The above pretty lines are only superficially true. No man can live on earth without leaving, "footprints on the sands of time," which will influence those who come after him for good or evil.



More is learned in a public than in a private school from emulation: there is the collision of mind with mind, or the radiation of many minds pointing to one centre.

Dr. Johnson.



Here first I entered, though with toil and pain,
The low vestibule of learning's fane:
Entered with pain, yet soon I found the way,
Though sometimes toilsome, many a sweet display.
Much did I grieve, on that ill-fated morn,
When I was first to school reluctant borne;
Severe I thought the dame, though oft she tried
To soothe my swelling spirits when I sighed;
And oft, when harshly she reproved, I wept,
To my lone corner broken-hearted crept,
And thought of tender home, where anger never kept.
*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *
But soon inured to alphabetic toils,
Alert I met the dame with jocund smiles;
First at the form, my task forever true,
A little favorite rapidly I grew:
And oft she stroked my head with fond delight,
Held me a pattern to the dunce's sight;
And as she gave my diligence its praise,
Talked of the honors of my future days.

Henry Kirke White.



It has been remarked that some [1694:A]duxes at school and prizemen at the university have run too soon to seed, and in after-years been heard of no more; while on the contrary,—comforting fact for the parents of dull boys—not a few who have become distinguished men made no figure at all in their educational career.

From Memoir of Dr. Guthrie.


[1694:A] Top of the class.



It is related of Dr. Adam, the celebrated rector of the High School of Edinburgh, that when at college he had to be content with a penny roll for his dinner. Similar, though more severe, were the early trials of Samuel Drew, also of Edinburgh. At the age of ten he was apprenticed to a shoemaker, a calling which he continued to follow long after he had become celebrated as an author. For days and days together in his early life he was too poor to spend even a penny for his dinner; and he was accustomed, when dinner-time came, to tie his apron-string tighter to lessen the pang of hunger, and go on with his work till evening. Through years of hardship and drudgery his courage never forsook him; amidst ceaseless labor he strove unremittingly to improve his mind, studying astronomy, history, and metaphysics; and finally, from the humblest circumstances, he rose to occupy a conspicuous place as an author, a philosopher, and a metaphysician.

The life of Balzac too, the French author, whose brilliant abilities won for him at last such wealth, fame and influence in France, is a type of many a literary career. At the age of twenty his wealthy parents wished to make him a notary. He announced his determination to become an author. "But" urged the father, "do you not know to what state [348]the occupation of a writer will lead you? In literature a man must be either king or a hodman." "Very well," replied Balzac, "I will be king!" The family left town; the youth was left to his fate in a garret, with the magnificent allowance of twenty-five francs a month. The first ten years he fought with poverty and all its evils; the second decade made him his own master. These ten years, says a writer in a British magazine, were years of glory, wealth, and luxury. He had won the literary crown, as in youth he predicted. His later residences were palaces, richly decorated, and full of rare pictures, statuary, and valuable curiosities.

From "Getting on in the World."
By William Mathews, LL. D.


Scotland:—With a rigorous climate and a small country, much of it wild and untillable mountain and moor, and with fewer people in the whole country than in the city of London, and to-day she wields an influence in the world out of all proportion to her population and resources. In fact, the Scotch are in many respects the greatest people of modern times.

From "A Year in Europe."
By Walter W. Moore, D. D., LL. D.


Love the sea? I dote upon it—from the beach.

Douglas Jerrold.


How sweet it is, mother, to see the sea from the land, when we are not sailing!




There is something grand, even to awfulness, in the thought of utter helplessness which you feel at sea. Sky [349]and water—with no living thing visible over the vast expanse—for days together just your own vessel with its human freight—and God! To a thoughtful mind there is no surer teaching both of humility and trust.



Old people see best in the distance.



'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.



A secret is seldom safe in more than one breast.


What is known to three is usually known to everybody.


Those who enquire much into the affairs of others are seldom capable of retaining the secret that they learn; Therefore,

Shun the inquisitive and curious man,
For what he hears, he will relate again.


To keep your own secrets is wisdom; but to expect others to keep them is folly.



Secrets make a dungeon of the heart, and a jailer of its owner.



Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.



Be able at all times to yield your personal preference.



Be what your friends think you are; avoid being what your enemies say you are.


Wouldst thou be crowned monarch of a little world, command thyself.



"When I was younger than I am now," says a lawyer who is still somewhat this side of middle age, "I had a position in the office of a man who has a big reputation. Naturally, I felt my responsibility. It was plain to me that the head of the firm had outlived his usefulness, and I used to feel sorry to think what would happen to him if I ever left him. Sheer magnanimity made me overlook a lot of things.

"I wasn't treated in that office with all the deference due me, but I stood it till one day somebody went too far. Then I marched into the old gentleman's private office and laid down the law to him. I told him I wasn't going to endure such treatment another day. I was going to quit, that was what I was going to do, and I was going to quit right then and there. I unburdened my mind freely, and then I stopped to give him a chance to apologize and beg me not to ruin him by leaving. He didn't look up from his desk. He said to me in a polite kind of way, 'Please don't slam the door when you go out.'"

Washington Post.



They that do much themselves deny,
Receive more blessings from the sky.




Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasurable, and you create for the world a destiny more sublime than ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.

Sir Walter Scott.


Two things are difficult for man to do;
'Tis to be selfish and honest, too.


Give us something to admire in yourself, not in your belongings.—(To one who boasts of his ancestry.)


Do you want to know the man against whom you have most reason to guard yourself? Your looking glass will give you a very fair likeness of his face.



Don't support yourself on others;
If the column falls, where are you?



We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.




The personal pronoun "I" should be the coat of arms of some individuals.



He that is warm is apt to think all are so.


The Lord doesn't look so much at what you've given, as to what you have left.

An Old Writer.


If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.



Self-interest is the compass by which some men
Do set the course of their opinions.


Remember that self-interest is more likely to warp your judgment than all other circumstances combined, therefore, look well to your duty when your interest is concerned.


The world is very much ruled by interest alone.


The least that one can say of himself is still too much.



He that falls in love with himself will have no rival.



No one can disgrace us but ourselves.



On their own merits modest men are dumb.

Geo. Colman.


It is more easy to be wise for others, than for ourselves.

La Rochefoucauld.


No man fights a harder battle than the man who overcomes himself.


To me, there is none like you but yourself.

From the address of a grateful Hindoo to Sir Wm. Jones.


One always knocks one's self on the sore place.

From the French.


You say, not always wisely, Know thyself!
Know others, ofttimes is the better maxim.

Menander, Born 342 B. C.


No object is more pleasing to the eye than the sight of a man whom you have obliged; nor any music so agreeable to the ear, as the voice of one that owns you for his benefactor.


Self-laudation abounds among the unpolished, but nothing can stamp a man more sharply as ill-bred.



We know what we are, but know not what we may be.


Some persons have a prudent consideration for Number—one.


Some persons can neither stir hand nor foot without making it clear they are thinking of themselves, and laying little traps for approbation.

S. Smith.


We hardly find any persons of good sense, save those who agree with us!


We find few sensible people, except those who are of our way of thinking.


Never trouble another for what you can do yourself.


The question was asked, "Why can we see other people's failings sooner than our own? and why can we give advice to others easier than follow it ourselves?" A sensible man asked in reply, "Why can our eyes see everything else but themselves?"


What others say of me, matters little.
What I myself say and do,
Matters much.



Self-interest is but the survival of the animal in us. Humanity only begins for man with self-surrender.



Did it ever strike you that continual mourning was multiplied selfishness?



Take the selfishness out of the world and there would be more happiness than we should know what to do with.

H. W. Shaw.


"There is no harm in being respected in this world, as I have found out," said Thackeray, "and if you don't brag a little for yourself, depend on it there is no person of your acquaintance who will tell the world of your merits, and take the trouble off your hands."


Common sense among men born to fortune is rare.



He lacks sense who broods over the past.


2 Kings x, 16.—"Jehu said, Come with me, and see my zeal for the Lord."

John Fox, the author of the "Book of Martyrs," was once met by a woman who showed him a book she was carrying, and said, "See you not that I am going to a sermon?" The good man replied, "If you will be ruled by me, go home, for you will do little good to-day at church." "When, then," asked she, "would you counsel me to go?" His reply was, "When you tell no one beforehand."




A clergyman thought his people were making rather an unconscionable objection to his using a manuscript in delivering a sermon.

They urged, "What gars ye tak' up your bit papers to the pu'pit?"

He replied "that it was best, for really he could not remember his sermons, and he must have the paper."

"Weel, weel, minister, then dinna expect that we can remember them."



A leading Welsh minister—and Welsh ministers are, I think, among the best preachers—was invited to preach an anniversary sermon before one of the great societies in London. Naturally anxious to disregard no propriety, he consulted the proper authority, the secretary. "Should I read my sermon?" "Oh, it is no matter, only bring some of your Welsh fire with you." "But you cannot, my dear sir, carry fire on paper." "No, that is true; but you may use the paper to kindle the fire."

Rev. John Hall.



The Rev. John Brown, of Haddington, rose from a poor shepherd boy to become a distinguished minister, and afterwards a celebrated professor, author of the "Self-Interpreting Bible," and many other works. Robert Turnbull said of him in one of his books:—"When a poor shepherd boy, he conceived the idea of learning Latin and Greek, and having procured a few old books, actually accomplished the task, [357]while tending his cattle on the hills. So successful was he that some of the old and superstitious people in the neighborhood concluded that he must have been assisted by 'the evil spirit.' On one occasion he went to Edinburgh, plaided and barefoot, walked into a bookseller's shop, and asked for a Greek Testament. 'What are you going to do with a Greek Testament?' said the bookseller. 'Read it,' was the prompt reply. 'Read it!' exclaimed the sceptical bookseller with a smile; 'ye may have it for nothing if ye'll read it.' Taking the book, he quietly read off a few verses, and gave the translation; on which he was permitted to carry off the Greek Testament in triumph."

Rob't Turnbull.



If we would give ourselves only half an hour's reflection at the close of every day, we would preach to ourselves the best sermons that could be uttered every week.


Oh ponder well! be not severe!



What shadows we are! what shadows we pursue!



"Oh, gentle Shepherd, climbing rugged mountains,
And crossing waters deep,
How long wouldst Thou be willing to go homeless,
To find a wandering sheep?"
"I count not time," the Shepherd gently answered,
"As thou dost count and bind
[358]The days in the weeks, the weeks in months;
My count is just until I find.
And that should be the limit of my journey,
I'd cross the waters deep,
And climb the hill-slopes with untiring patience,
Until I found my sheep."

Luke xv, 4v.


Sickness is every man's master.

From the Danish.


No duns outside, and no doctors within.
(Absence of sickness and debt.)



Out of sight, out of mind.


Silence is the safest response for all the contradiction that arises from impertinence, vulgarity, or envy.



Silence is the best resolve for him who distrusts himself.



Silence is the consummate eloquence of sorrow.


Of keeping silence few have paid the cost;
Of having said too much, a countless host.


Silence is often an answer.



The silence often of pure innocence,
Persuades, when speaking fails.



There is a sure reward for faithful silence.



He knows much who knows how, and when, to be silent.



Plated silver.
(Sarcastically applied to pretenders.)


Most rare is now our old simplicity.


Commit a sin twice, it will seem a sin no longer.

From The Talmud.


Men's sins are before our eyes: our own, behind our backs.



Many a man will give another man a letter of recommendation, though he would hardly lend the applicant a dollar.



An excellent clergyman, possessing much knowledge of human nature, instructed his large family of daughters in the theory and practice of music. They were all observed to [360]be exceedingly amiable and happy. A friend inquired if there was any secret in his mode of education. He replied—"When anything disturbs their temper, I say to them sing, and if I hear them speaking against any person, I call them to sing to me; and so they have sung away all causes of discontent, and every disposition to scandal."



He who stands still in mud,—sinks.



A lady who had been in the habit of spreading slanderous reports once confessed her fault to St. Philip Neri, who lived several hundred years ago. She asked him how she could cure it. "Go," he said in reply, "to the nearest market-place, buy a chicken just killed, pluck its feathers all the way, and come back to me." She was greatly surprised, wondering in what way a dead chicken could help her overcome her evil habit; but she did as he bade her, and came back to him with the plucked chicken in her hand. "Now go back," he said, "and bring me all the feathers you have scattered." "But this is impossible," she replied: "I cast the feathers carelessly, and the wind carried them away; how can I recover them?" "That," he said, "is exactly like your words of slander. They have been carried about in every direction. You cannot recall them. Go and slander no more." It was a striking way of teaching a very important lesson.


He who slanders his neighbors makes a rod for himself.




He will always be a slave, who does not know how to live upon a little.



Slaves cannot breathe in Britain; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.




O execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By His donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to Himself
Reserving, human left from human—free.



Sleep.—I never take a nap after dinner, but when I have had a bad night, and then the nap takes me.

Sam'l Johnson.


We are all equals when we are asleep.



If you want the night to seem a moment to you, sleep all night.


O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.




Sleep.—Even sleep is characteristic. How charming are children in their lovely innocence! How angel-like their blooming hue! How painful and anxious is the sleep and expression in the countenance of the guilty.

W. Von Humboldt.


When I go to sleep, I let fall the windows of mine eyes.



The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

Eccles. v, 12v.


Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.



Sleep! to the homeless, thou art home,
The friendless find in thee a friend;
And well is, wheresoe'r he roams,
Who meets thee at his journey's end.

Ebenezer Elliott.



Dean Ramsey relates that the Earl of Lauderdale was alarmingly ill, one distressing symptom being a total absence of sleep, without which the medical men declared he could not recover. His son, who was somewhat simple, was seated under the table, and cried out, "Sen' for that preaching man frae Livingstone, for fayther aye sleeps in the kirk." One of the doctors thought the hint worth attending to, and the experiment of "getting a minister till him" succeeded, for sleep came on and the earl recovered.



Come sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The indifferent judge between the high and low!

Sir P. Sidney.


Do not omit the heavy offer of it;
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.



Sleep, thou patron of mankind,
Great physician of the mind,
Who dost nor pain nor sorrow know,
Sweetest balm of every woe.

Sophocles, born 496 B. C.


Sleep has often been mentioned as the image of death, so like it, that we should not trust it without prayer.



What mortal knows
Whence came the tint and odor of the rose?
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

T. B. Aldrich.



Whether seen playing upon the face of young innocence, or upon the furrowed visage of venerable age, smiles are [364]always attractive and blissful. He who wears a smiling face is a practical philanthropist. He dispels the clouds of gloom that overshadow the brows of care, and the hearts of sorrow he meets in his life-paths, as the sun dispels the misty clouds of morning from the face of nature.


A smile is ever more bright and beautiful with a tear upon it.


Put a smile on your face when you go out for a walk, and it will be surprising how many pleasant people you will meet.


Who can tell the value of a smile? It costs the giver nothing, but is beyond price to the erring and relenting, the sad and cheerless.



A new story of Adam Smith was told recently at a convention in Kirkaldy, Scotland, the birthplace of the economist. The professor fell in love and proposed. The offer was refused. Next day the lady met Smith in Princess street, Edinburgh, and reopened the question of the proposal, about which she had been thinking. "You remember what I said?" the lady inquired, and the philosopher replied that he did. "Well," added the lady, "I was only joking." "You remember what I asked?" said Smith. "Yes" replied the lady. "Well," said Smith, "I was only joking too."



It is said that Sir Walter Raleigh once made a wager with Queen Elizabeth that he could weigh the smoke from his tobacco pipe. He weighed the tobacco before smoking, and the ashes afterwards. When Elizabeth paid the wager, she said, "I have seen many a man turn his gold into smoke, but you are first who has turned his smoke into gold."


Among unequals what society
Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?



Society is built upon trust, and trust upon confidence of one another's integrity.

Dr. South.


Society is no comfort
To one not sociable.



If you wish to appear agreeable in society, you must consent to be taught many things which you know already.



Society is ever ready to worship success, but rarely forgives failure.

Mme. Rowland.


Johnson:—"Sir, your levellers wish to level down as far as themselves; but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves. They would all have some people under them; why not then have some people above them?"

Boswell's Johnson.



The true art of being agreeable is to appear well pleased with all the company, and rather to seem well entertained with them, than to bring entertainment to them.



Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Might never reach me more! my ear is pain'd,
My soul is sick, with every day's report
Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd.



Something.—To do something, however small, to make others happier and better, is the highest ambition, the most elevating hope, which can inspire a human being.

Lord Avebury.



On his 21st Birthday, with a Silver Lamp, "Fiat Lux."

Lady Dufferin, 1807-1867.

How shall I bless thee? Human love
Is all too poor in passionate words;
The heart aches with a sense above
All language that the lip affords:
Therefore a symbol shall express
My love,—a thing not rare or strange,
But yet—eternal—measureless—
Knowing no shadow and no change.
[367] Light! which of all the lovely shows
To our poor world of shadows given,
The fervent prophet-voices chose
Alone, as attribute of heaven!
At a most solemn pause we stand,
From this day forth, for evermore,
The weak but loving human hand
Must cease to guide thee as of yore.
Then, as thro' life thy footsteps stray,
And earthly beacons dimly shine,
"Let there be light" upon thy way,
And holier guidance far than mine!
"Let there be light" in thy clear, clear soul,
When passion tempts and doubts assail;
When grief's dark tempests o'er thee roll,
"Let there be light" that shall not fail!
So, angel-guarded, may'st thou tread
The narrow path which few may find,
And at the end, look back, nor dread
To count the vanished years behind!
And pray that she, whose hand doth trace
This heart-warm prayer,—when life is past—
May see and know thy blessed face,
In God's own glorious light at last!

From the Victorian Anthology,
by Sir M. E. Grant Duff.


A clever man once said to his son: "John, when you chase the dollars, all right; but look out, my boy, when the dollars chase you."



Send your son into the world with good principles, a good education, and industrious habits, and he will find his way in the dark.



Some of the rarest gems and most beautiful flowers are often found in out-of-the-way places. Here is one.

Do you know that your soul is of my soul, such part,
That you seem to be fibre and core of my heart?
None other can pain me as you, dear, can do;
None other can please me or praise me as you.
Remember the world will be quick with its blame
If shadow or stain ever darken your name.
"Like mother, like son," is a saying so true,
The world will judge largely of "mother" by you.
Be yours then the task, if task it shall be,
To force this proud world to do homage to me;
Be sure it will say, when its verdict you've won.
"She reaps as she sowed, lo, this man is her son."

Author Unknown.



At ten years of age a boy thinks his father knows a great deal;

At fifteen he knows as much as his father;

At twenty he knows twice as much;

At thirty he is willing to take his advice;

At forty he begins to think his father knows something, after all;

At fifty he begins to seek his advice;

And at sixty, after his father is dead, he thinks he was the smartest man that ever lived.



A son who loves his home is a joy to his parents.


A man who has got a good son-in-law, has gained a son; but he who has found a bad one, has lost a daughter.


Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopped, doth burn the heart to cinders.



Sorrow's best antidote is employment.


There are people who are always anticipating trouble, and in this way they manage to enjoy many sorrows that never really happen to them.

H. W. Shaw.


The love of the poor, to the poor, is often remarked: Privation and sorrow knit hearts as no bands of gold can.

Thos. D. Brown.


If hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offense,
I tender it here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.



When sorrow is asleep wake it not.



All sorrows are bearable if there is bread.

Don Quixote.


Let your thoughts dwell on your blessings, and you will forget your miseries.




The little that I have seen in the world, and known of the history of mankind, teaches me to look upon their errors in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the tears of regret, the feebleness of purpose, the scorn of the world that has little charity, the desolation of the soul's sanctuary, and threatening voices within, health gone, happiness gone,—I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hands it came.



Sum up at night what thou hast done by day,
And in the morning what thou hast to do.
Dress and undress thy soul, mark the decay
And growth of it; since we shall be
Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.

George Herbert.



Somewhere, beyond the limitless space,
That mantles the stars, there is a place;
A beautiful place, where angels dwell.
Somewhere—but just where, no one can tell.
[371]Nowhere on this realm, from pole to pole,
Did God appoint a home for the soul;
Yet "somewhere," above yon starry dome
There's a "house not made with hands," a home.
There, all is fragrant with sweet perfume
That falls from flowers which ever bloom;
In that far-off unknown land so fair.
Where the great Redeemer dwells—'tis there.


When you can say nothing good of a man, change the subject.


Gentle speech and courteous mood
Cost nothing, and are always good.


Loose thinking leads to inaccurate speech.


Forbear sharp speeches to her. She's a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.



Everything that one says too much, is insipid and tedious.



It is unbecoming in inferiors to assume boldness of speech.




Have more than thou showest;
Speak less than thou knowest;
Spend less than thou ownest.



Obedience.—The man who has lost his purse will go wherever you wish.




Many years ago Dr. Valpy, a well known English scholar, wrote a little verse of four lines as the longing of his heart and the confession of his faith. This was the simple stanza:—

"In peace let me resign my breath,
And Thy salvation see;
My sins deserve eternal death,
But Jesus died for me."

Some time afterwards he gave this verse to his friend Dr. Marsh, and it became a great blessing to him. Dr. Marsh read the lines to his friend Lord Roden, who was so impressed with them that he got the doctor to write them out, and then fastened the paper over the mantlepiece in his study, and there, yellow with age, they hung for many years.

By Canon Dyson Hague, in London Record.


Stars.—Those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air.





Thou, proud man, look upon yon starry vault,
Survey the countless gems which richly stud
The night's imperial chariot;—Telescopes
Will show the myriads more, innumerous
As the sea-sand:—each of those little lamps
Is the great source of light, the central sun
Round which some other mighty sisterhood
Of planets travel,—every planet stocked
With living beings impotent, as thee.
Now, proud man—now, where is thy greatness fled?
What art thou in the scale of universe?
Less, less than nothing!

Henry Kirke White.


The stars govern men, but God governs the stars.


No man can be expected to be wise on an empty stomach.


The more violent the storm, the sooner it is over.



If a man be gracious unto strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins them.


Be willing to pity the misery of the stranger! Thou givest to-day thy bread to the poor; to-morrow the poor may give it to thee.





He passed me on the street,
And never guessed
The strength he gave my heart,
And needed rest.
His noble face so shone
With holiness,
The very sight of it
Could not but bless.
I met him only once
Upon my way,
Many years ago,
And yet to-day
That face of light and strength
Still dwells with me;
The man "had been with God"—
'Twas plain to see.

Edith Campbell Babbitt.


Men of age *  *  * content themselves with a mediocrity of success.



Experience shows that success is due less to ability than to zeal. The winner is he who gives himself to his work.


If you would go to the top, first go to the bottom.



The worst use that can be made of success is to boast of it.

Sir Arthur Helps.


Mediocrity succeeds best in the world.




At a gathering in Australia, not long since, four persons met, three of whom were shepherds on a sheep-farm. One of these had taken a degree at Oxford, another at Cambridge, the third at a German university. The fourth was their employer, a squatter, rich in flocks and herds, but scarcely able to read and write, much less to keep accounts.



A sense of the power and luxury in money, beyond all the wonder tales, has suddenly come to us.

In times like these, it is good to remember Agassiz, who refused to lecture at five hundred dollars a night because he was too busy to make money; Spurgeon, who refused to go to America to deliver fifty lectures at one thousand dollars a night, saying he could do better—he could stay in London and try to save fifty souls; and Emerson, who steadfastly declined to increase his income beyond one thousand two hundred dollars because he wanted his time to think.

F. Bellamy in Everybody's Magazine.


Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt,
Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.




Those who accomplish great things always begin with little things.


That success costs too dear, which is attained by any sacrifice of truth, honor, or justice.


He who waits to be absolutely sure of the success of an undertaking, will never undertake it.


The poor have little,—beggars, none;
The rich too much,—enough, not one.


The man who has a sufficiency, generally smiles at the artificial wants of others.


The summer day
Endures not ever: toil ye while ye may.

Hesiod, a Greek, 850 B. C.


Sun.—The glorious lamp of heaven; with one eye vieweth all the world.



When the sun shines on you you see your friends.



Sundays observe: think when the bells do chime,
'Tis angel's music; therefore come not late.

George Herbert.



A boy of twelve, said to his little companion: "Do you know why Sunday was instituted from the seventh to the first day of the week." "No, I don't," replied the little boy, "I wish you would tell me." "Well, I will, and I know it is true, for my father told me: It was instituted from Saturday to Sunday in remembrance of Christ's resurrection from the dead on the first day of the week."



The ways of superiors, are generally carried by inferiors, to excess.


It is easy to swim when another holds up your head.

From the Danish.


Sympathy is the golden key that unlocks the hearts of others.

S. Smith.



A respectable merchant of London having become embarrassed in his circumstances, and his misfortunes being one day the subject of conversation in the Royal Exchange, several persons expressed the great sympathy they felt for him; whereupon a foreigner who was present, said, "I feel five hundred pounds for him; what do you feel?"



A clasp of hands will oft reveal
A sympathy that makes us feel
Ourselves again; we lose our care:
And in our heart's first glad rebound
At tender sympathy new found,
The world once more seems bright and fair.



I lay in sorrow, deep distressed:
My grief a proud man heard;
His looks were cold, he gave me gold,
But not a kindly word.
My sorrow passed,—I paid him back
The gold he gave to me;
Then stood erect and spoke my thanks,
And blessed his charity.
I lay in want, in grief and pain:
A poor man passed my way;
He bound my head, he gave me bread,
He watched me night and day.
How shall I pay him back again,
For all he did to me?
Oh, gold is great, but greater far
Is Heavenly Sympathy.

Charles Mackay.


The human heart sighs for sympathy and solace, in the dark hour of suffering and sorrow.

Rev. Thos. M. McConnell.



These two complain, but no one sympathizes with them:
He who lends money without witnesses;
And he who is lorded over by his wife.

The Talmud.



For him who does everything in its proper time, one day is worth three.


There is nothing like addressing men at the proper time.


The world is always ready to receive talent with open arms.

O. W. Holmes.


Talent is something, but tact is everything.



All talk at once, to none respect is shown.


Talking.—What a spendthrift is he of his tongue!



They always talk who never think.




He who talks much is sometimes right.



The talker sows, the listener reaps.



You can doubtless name a number of people who talk too much—including yourself!


A man of sense talks little, and listens much.



A Quiet Rebuke.—When Washington's secretary excused himself for the lateness of his attendance, and laid the blame on his watch, his master quietly said—"Then you must get another watch, or I another secretary."


The cost takes away the taste: I should really like the thing, but I dislike the expense.


To teach is to learn twice over.


Nothing dies sooner than a tear.


Do not make woman weep, for God counts her tears.

From The Talmud.



He has strangled
His language in his tears.



There are few things more beautiful than tears, whether they are shed for ourselves or others; they are the meek and silent effusions of sincere feeling.


Tears sometimes have the weight of words.



Tears are the diamonds of the eye.



See the tide working upward to his eye,
And stealing from him in large silent drops,
Without his leave.



Control your temper, for if it does not obey you, it will govern you.



Good temper is like a sunny day.



If you have a good temper, keep it; if you have a bad one, don't lose it.


When you're in the right you can afford to keep your temper, and when you're in the wrong you can't afford to lose it.



Some temptations come to the industrious, but all temptations attack the idle.



Toil is a foil against temptation.



The chief reason why no Christian should attend the theatre is the character of a large majority of plays put on the stage.

Listen to what the play-writers and actors themselves say:

M. Dumas, a French writer of plays, wrote: "Never take your daughter to the theatre; it is not merely the work that is immoral, it is the place."

W. C. Macready, the great actor, said: "None of my children shall ever, with my consent, enter a theatre, or have any visiting connection with actors or actresses."

Edwin Booth, the great tragedian, wrote: "My knowledge of the modern theatre is so very meagre that I never permit my wife or daughter to witness a play without previously ascertaining its character. The theatre is permitted to be a mere shop for gain, open to every huckster of immoral adventures,—jimcracks."

Fanny Kemble, the actress, confessed that life on the stage was unhealthy to morals, and said: "I never presented myself before an audience without a shirking feeling of reluctance, or without thinking the excitement I had undergone unhealthy, and the personal exhibition odious."

Southern Churchman.


An ounce of practice is worth a ton of theory.



Everything that has a beginning comes to an end.


Do little things now; so shall big things come to thee by and by asking to be done.

Persian Proverb.


Don't despise a slight wound, or a poor relative.


Never despise small things, for we were all infants before we became men, and pupils, ere we became teachers.


Thought.—How often must we repeat it?—rules the world.



At a dinner when Daniel Webster was Secretary of State, after a period of silence which fell upon the company of some twenty gentlemen who were present, one of the guests said, "Mr. Webster, will you tell us what was the most important thought that ever occupied your mind?" Webster slowly passed his hand over his forehead, and in a low tone enquired of one near him, "Is there any one here who does not know me?" "No; all are your friends." "The most important thought that ever occupied my mind," said Webster, "was that of my individual responsibility to God." And after speaking on this subject in the most solemn strain for fully ten minutes, he silently rose from the table and retired to his room. This incident serves to illustrate the attitude of great minds towards eternal things. Great men are not scoffers. The men of flippant jeers and godless jests are invariably men of small calibre and shallow intellect.



First thoughts are not always the best.



In matters of conscience, first thoughts are best; in matters of prudence last thoughts are the best.

Rev. Robert Hall.


To be without evil thoughts is God's best gift.



It is said, the thumb is stronger than all the other fingers together.



Such was the spirit of a venerable [1913-A]patriarch—who shed on a very humble station the lustre of brilliant graces—that, when the storm sent others in haste to their homes, he was wont to leave his own, and to stand with upturned face, raised eye, and with his grey head uncovered, to watch the flash and listen to the music of the roaring thunder. How fine his reply to those who expressed their wonder at his aspect and attitude—"It's my Father's voice, and I like well to hear it!" What a sublime example of the perfect love that casteth out fear?

From Memoir of Guthrie.

[1913-A] Jamie Stewart, Dr. Guthrie's first preceptor.


There is scarcely any one who may not, like a trout, be taken by tickling.




Time is a great master, he sets many things right.


With thee conversing I forget all time.



The happier the time, the quicker it passes.

Pliny, the Younger.


Since time is not a person we can overtake when he is past, let us honor him with mirth and cheerfulness of heart while he is passing.



How noiseless falls the foot of time.

W. R. Spencer.


An hour lost in the morning is never found all day.


Time passes like the wind.



Spare moments are the gold dust of time.


Time unveils truth.




"From time immemorial," said Judge Asher Carruth, of London, "Southern people have been lavish in bestowing [386]titles. I think there is something in the Southern temperament which explains this. I didn't start out on this, however, for a philosophical disquisition, but rather to tell how a certain Kentucky gentleman established valid title to the rank of Colonel. He went to Cincinnati once with a friend, who enjoyed many acquaintances there; and who introduced him to every one as Colonel Brown. Everything went along smoothly until finally one Cincinnatian asked of the introducer:

"I suppose your friend Colonel Brown was in the Confederate army?"

"No, sir; he was not."

"Well, then, he fought on the Union side?"

"You are wrong there, too."

"Oh, I see now; he got his title by serving in the State militia?"

"No, he never entered the militia."

"Then, how did he get to be a colonel?"

"He drew a sword, sir, at a church fair!"


Tobacco-takers.—Dr. Caldwell says that there are but three animals that can abide tobacco, namely:—The African rock goat—the most loathsome creature on earth,
The foul tobacco worm,
And the rational creature, man!


Talk less about the years to come—
Live, love and labor more to-day.

Alice Carey.


Better be preparing for tomorrow, than regretting yesterday.



To-morrow is, ah, whose?

D. M. Mullock.


What cannot be told, had better not be done.


Never hold any one by the button or the hand, in order to be heard out; for if people are unwilling to hear you, you had better hold your tongue than them.



Though we have two eyes, we are supplied with but one tongue. Draw your own moral.

Alphonse Karr.


If you will control the tongue, you will soon be able also to control the mind.


Tongue.—When we advance a little into life, we find that the tongue creates nearly all the mischief of the world.


The tongue is the instrument of the greatest good and the greatest evil that is done in the world.


Let mildness ever attend thy tongue.


It is more necessary to guard the mouth than the chest.

From the German.



It is related that a peasant once came to a monk to be taught the Scriptures. The holy man began with the Psalm, 39 chapter, 1st verse: "I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue."

The peasant went his way to practice this and never returned. Lifelong was the lesson, and lifelong the endeavor to master it.


The tongue's not steel, yet it often cuts.


A sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.



There are tourists who so busy themselves in traveling that they see nothing.


He'll seldom need aid
Who has a good trade.


A useful trade may be said to be like a mine of gold.


I see that conscience, truth, and honesty are made
To rise and fall, like other wares of trade.



He who has a trade may travel through the world.

From the Spanish.




One of the remarks which an American is expected to make on returning from a foreign tour, especially his first return, is: "Well I'm a better American for having gone abroad," meaning that foreign travel has increased his love for his own country—in other words, has toned up his patriotism.         *         *         *         *         *         *         *        *

Foreign travel will make any intelligent American a better citizen, because an increase of knowledge is a betterment. One honored resident of Washington, a gentleman past middle life, recently returned from his first European tour, and on being asked if he could make the stereotyped report of having been "made a better American," replied: "Yes; I think I am a better American for having had a deal of conceit knocked out of me." That was a profitable experience.

From Baltimore Sun, November, 1906.


He that would make his travels delightful, must first make himself delightful.


It will be observed, that when giving me (Boswell) advice as to my travels, Dr. Johnson did not dwell upon cities, and palaces, and pictures, and shows. He was of Lord Essex's opinion, who advises his kinsman, Roger, Earl of Rutland, "rather to go a hundred miles to speak with one wise man, than five miles to see a fair town."

Boswell's Johnson.


Deuteronomy xxxiii, 19—"They shall suck of the abundance of the seas, and of the treasures hid in the sand."

Among the hardships experienced by the first settlers in [390]North America, they were sometimes greatly distressed for food, which led the women and the children to the sea side to look for a ship which they expected with provisions, but no ship appeared for many weeks; they saw in the sand, however, vast quantities of shellfish, since called clams, a species of muscle. Hunger impelled them to taste, and at length they fed wholly upon them, and were as cheerful and well as they had been before in England, enjoying the best provision. It is added, that a good man, after they had all dined one day on clams, without bread, returned thanks to God for causing them to "suck of the abundance of the seas, and of treasures hid in the sand." This text, which they had never before observed particularly, was ever after endeared to them.



O leave this barren spot to me:
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Though bush or floweret never grow
My dark unwarming shade below;
Nor summer bud perfume the dew,
Of rosy blush, or yellow hue!
Nor fruits of autumn, blossom-born,
My green and glossy leaves adorn;
Nor murmuring tribes from me derive
Th' ambrosial amber of the hive;
Yet leave this barren spot to me:
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Thrice twenty summers I have seen
The sky grow bright, the forest green;
And many a wintry wind have stood
In bloomless, fruitless solitude,
Since childhood in my pleasant bower
First spent its sweet and sportive hour,
[391]Since youthful lovers in my shade
Their vows of truth and rapture made;
And on my trunk's surviving frame
Carved many a long-forgotten name.
Oh! by the sighs of gentle sound,
First breathed upon this sacred ground;
By all that Love has whisper'd here,
Or Beauty heard with ravished ear;
As Love's own altar honor me:
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

Thomas Campbell.

(This piece was written for Miss Mary Campbell, the poet's sister; it appeared first in the Morning Chronicle.

The tree, the subject of the lines still ornaments the grounds at Ardwell, in Scotland, the seat of James Murray McCulloch, Esq.)


Like a tree, am I sheltering others by my life?


The greater the difficulty the more glory in surmounting it. Skilful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.



When I waken in the morn
I'm sad, I must confess,
To think that ere I can go out
I must get up and dress.


Deuteronomy xxii, 4.—"Thou shalt not see thy brother's ox or ass fall down by the way, and hide thyself from them; thou shalt surely help him lift them up again."

[392] Mr. George Herbert, the poet, when walking to Salisbury, saw a poor man, with a poorer horse, fallen under his load. Mr. Herbert perceiving this, put off his canonical coat, and helped the poor man to unload, and after to load his horse. The poor man blessed him for it, and he blessed the poor man, and gave him money to refresh both himself and his horse; and told him, "If he loved himself, he should be merciful to his beast." At his coming to his musical friends at Salisbury, they began to wonder that Mr. George Herbert, who used to be so clean, came in such a condition; but he told them the occasion; and when one of the company told him, "he had disparaged himself by so dirty an employment," his answer was, "That the thought of what he had done would prove music to him at midnight; and the omission of it would have upbraided and made discord in his conscience, whensoever he should pass by the place."


I wrote down my troubles every day;
And after a few short years,
When I turned to the heart-aches passed away,
I read them with smiles,—not tears.


To tell our troubles, is often the way to lighten them.



During the Rabbi's absence from home, two of his sons died. Their mother hiding her grief, awaited the father's return, and then said to him. "My husband, some time since two jewels of inestimable value were placed with me for safe keeping. He who left them with me called [393]for them to-day, and I delivered them into His hands." "That is right," said the Rabbi approvingly. "We must always return cheerfully and faithfully all that is placed in our care." Shortly after this, the Rabbi asked for his sons, and the mother, taking him by the hand, led him gently to the chamber of death. Meir gazed upon his sons, and realizing the truth, wept bitterly. "Weep not, beloved husband," said his noble wife; "didst thou not say to me we must return cheerfully, when called for, all that has been placed under our care? God gave us these jewels; He left them with us for a time, and we gloried in their possession; but now that He calls for His own, we should not repine."


In Boswell's Life of Johnson, he says:—Next morning, while we were at breakfast, Johnson gave a very earnest recommendation of what he himself practised with the utmost conscientiousness: I mean a strict attention to truth, even in the most minute particulars. "Accustom your children," said he, "constantly to this: If a thing happened at one window, and they, when relating it, say that it happened at another, do not let it pass, but instantly check them; you do not know where deviation from truth will end."


Dare to be true: Nothing can need a lie.



I once asked a deaf and dumb boy, "What is truth?" He replied by thrusting his finger forward in a straight line. I then asked him "What is falsehood?" when he made a zigzag with his finger. Try to remember this; let whoever [394]will, take a zigzag path,—go you on in your course as straight as an arrow to its mark, and shrink from falsehood, as you would from a viper.



Truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be loved needs only to be seen.
Vice is a monster of such hideous mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen.



The dignity of truth is lost
With much protesting.

Ben Jonson.


Not to believe the truth, is of all ills the worst.



A woman stopped a divine in the streets of the metropolis with this salutation: "There is no truth in the land, sir! There is no truth in the land." "Then you do not speak the truth, good woman," replied the clergyman. "Oh, yes, I do," returned she, hastily. "Then there is truth in the land," rejoined he, as quickly.


I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.

Sir Walter Scott.


Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.



To love truth for truth's sake, is the principal part of human perfection in this world, and the seed-plot of all other virtues.



Truth, when not sought after, sometimes comes to light.



A thousand probabilities don't make one truth.



In an Eastern land a boy once set out from his mother's home for a distant city, where he was to begin life and earn his livelihood. Before parting with him, his mother gave him forty gold dinars, which, for safety, she sewed inside his waistcoat. Her last counsel to him was, to seek and to follow always the truth. On his way he had to cross part of a desert, infested by robbers. One of these saw him and came galloping up "Boy, what money have you got?" he sternly demanded. The boy looked up at him, and said, "I have forty gold dinars sewed up in my waistcoat." The robber burst into a fit of laughter; he thought the boy was joking. And, turning his horse, he galloped back to his troop. By-and-by, another horseman rode up to the boy as he trudged on, and made the same demand: "Boy, what have you got?" "Forty gold dinars, sewed up in my waistcoat," said the boy again. This robber, too, burst out laughing, and turned away, thinking the boy was making fun of him. They had some talk in their band about the boy's strange reply. Their leader turning it over in his mind, said he would like to see him, and, leaving the troop, soon overtook the young traveler. He put the same question [396]as the others, and again the boy gave the same answer. The captain leapt off his horse, and began to feel the boy's clothes, till he counted—one, two, three—the forty gold dinars just as he had been told. "What made you tell the truth, my boy?" he asked. "My God and my mother, sir," was the reply. "Wait for me here a little," said the captain, and galloped back to his troop. In a few minutes he returned, but so changed that the boy hardly knew him. By removing a false beard and other disguises, his appearance was quite altered. "Come with me, my lad," he said; and he pointed to the spires of a distant city. "I cannot go with you," said the boy; "you are a robber!" "I was," the man said, "but all that is over now! I have given it up forever. I have a large business in yonder city, and I wish you to come with me and share it." And so they went on together; and when they arrived at the city the boy entered his employment, and ultimately became very wealthy and influential.


My aim is not so much to say things that are new, as things that are true.



Seize upon the truth, where'er 'tis found,
Among your friends, among your foes,
On Christian or on heathen ground,
The flower's divine, where'er it grows.


Better suffer for truth, than profit by falsehood.

From the Danish.




Two weeks ago on board an English steamer, a little ragged boy, aged nine years, was discovered on the fourth day of the voyage out from Liverpool to New York, and carried before the first mate, whose duty it was to deal with such cases. When questioned as to his object of being stowed away, and who brought him on board, the boy, who had a beautiful sunny face, and eyes that looked like the very mirrors of truth, replied that his step-father did it, because he could not afford to keep him, nor pay his passage out to Halifax, where he had an aunt who was well off, and to whose house he was going. The mate did not believe the story, in spite of the winning face and truthful accents of the boy. He had seen too much of stow-aways to be easily deceived by them, he said; and it was his firm conviction that the boy had been brought on board and provided with food by the sailors. The little fellow was very roughly handled in consequence. Day by day he was questioned and re-questioned, but always with the same result. He did not know a sailor on board, and his father alone had secreted him and given him the food which he ate. At last the mate, wearied by the boy's persistence in the same story, and perhaps a little anxious to inculpate the sailors, seized him one day by the collar, and, dragging him to the fore, told him that unless he would tell the truth in ten minutes from that time, he would hang him from the yard-arm. He then made him sit down under it on the deck. All around him were the passengers and sailors of the midway watch, and in front of him stood the inexorable mate, with his chronometer in his hand, and the other officers of the ship by his side. It was the finest sight, said our informant, that he ever beheld—to see the pale, proud, sorrowful face of that noble boy, his head erect, his beautiful blue eyes bright through [398]the tears that suffused them. When eight minutes had fled, the mate told him he had but two minutes to live, and advised him to speak the truth and save his life; but he replied with the utmost simplicity and sincerity by asking the mate if he might pray. The mate said nothing, but nodded his head and turned deadly pale, and shook with trembling like a reed with the wind, and there, all eyes turned on him, the brave and noble little fellow, this poor waif, whom society owned not, and whose own step-father could not care for him—there he knelt, with clasped hands, and eyes turned to heaven, while he repeated audibly the Lord's prayer, and prayed the Lord Jesus to take him to heaven. Sobs broke from strong, hard hearts, as the mate sprang forward to the boy, and clasped him to his bosom, and kissed him and blessed him, and told him how sincerely he believed his story, and how glad he was that he had been brave enough to face death and be willing to sacrifice his life for the truth of his word.

E. Davies.


He who does not fully speak the truth is a traitor to it.

From the Latin.



When Aristotle, the Grecian philosopher, who was tutor to Alexander the Great, was asked what a man could gain by uttering falsehoods, he replied, "Not to be credited when he shall tell the truth." On the other hand, it is related that when Petrarch, the Italian poet, a man of strict integrity, was summoned as a witness, and offered in the usual manner to take an oath before a court of justice, the judge closed the book, saying, "As to you, Petrarch, your word is sufficient."



Nature hath appointed the twilight as a bridge to pass us out of night into day.




The unexpected often happens.


The unfinished is nothing.



There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room.



"Please buy my penny songs!" cried a feeble voice in one of the streets of a great city. The day was very cold, and little Katie had left her cheerless home to earn, if possible, a few pennies. Poor Katie! Her little voice was feeble because her heart was sad, for so many passed her by unnoticed; and she felt almost discouraged.

Soon she found herself in a music store, standing near a beautiful lady, who was sitting there selecting music. She again uttered her little cry, "Please buy a penny song!" but the lady, not hearing what she said, turned towards her, and, with the kindest, sweetest smile, said gently, "What is it, darling?" at the same time putting a piece of money [400]in her hand. Katie, not thinking what she did, laid her head in the lady's lap, and cried as though her heart would break. The lady tried to soothe her; and soon Katie said, "O lady! I cry, not because you gave money, but because you spoke so kindly to me."



He who serves the unfortunate, serves God.


Everybody and everything unknown are often magnified.



Things unreasonable are never durable.



Whatever hath been written shall remain,
Nor be erased nor written o'er again;
The unwritten only still belongs to thee:
Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be.





But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.




I had rather be the first man in the village than the second man in Rome.



If you have performed an act of great and disinterested virtue, conceal it; if you publish it, you will neither be believed here nor rewarded hereafter.


If there's a virtue in the world at which we should always aim, it is cheerfulness.

Sir Edward B. Lytton.


Our virtues disappear, said Rochefoucauld, when put in competition with our interests, as rivers lose themselves in the ocean.


Virtue, not pedigree, should characterize nobility.

From the Latin.


The tones of human voices are mightier than strings or brass to move the soul.




It is not so much what you say,
As the manner in which you say it;
It is not so much the language you use,
As the tones in which you convey it.





A lady sits in her boudoir
Languid with leisure's disease,
World-weary and worn with ennui—
Society fails to please;
She craves fresh scenes more alluring
But where is anything new?
She's tired of luxury's gilding,
Weary of nothing to do.
Her life seems empty and useless,
A played out, frivolous game,
Where fawning counterfeits friendship
And love is only a name;
Heart-sick she sulks in seclusion
And scans in mental review,
Her social realm and the follies
She knows are weak and untrue.
Thus over her life she ponders,
Scorning, rebellious in vain,
Till impelled by social custom
She resumes her mask again;
Her world must not find her sighing—
She brilliantly plays her part,
And bravely the queen of pleasure
Smiles still with an aching heart.
Nearby, but a few blocks distant
From plenty's palatial homes,
There is a contrasting picture
Of strenuous life in the slums;
[403] A pale girl toils in a garret,
From dawn till the sunset's glow,
And the sweat-shop wolf is prowling
For aye in the street below.
Stitch, stitch all day without ceasing,
Knowing no rest or delay.
Humanity pleads for mercy—
*   *   *   *   *

Margaret Scott Hall.



We are ruined, not by what we really want
But by what we think we want;
Therefore never go abroad in search of your wants;
If they be real wants,
They will come home in search of you;
For he that buys what he does not want,
Will often want what he cannot buy.



The Source of Wants.—It is not from nature, but from education and habits, that our wants are chiefly derived.



He cannot provide for the wants of others, whose own are numerous and craving.




When George Washington was a boy, a beautiful cherry tree was killed in his father's garden, by some violent hand stripping its bark. Mr. Washington said he would not have taken five guineas for the tree, and he would like to know [404]the offender. Shortly after, seeing George with an axe in his hand, he asked him if he knew who had killed the cherry tree. George hesitated for a moment, then said, "I cannot tell a lie, father, I cannot tell a lie. I cut it with the hatchet." "Come to my arms," said his father; "you have paid for it a thousand times." Such an act of heroism in telling the truth he valued more than a thousand cherry trees.


Hundreds would never have known want if they had not first known waste.



He who plays with dollars in his youth, will be apt to have to beg for farthings in his age.



When you take out, and do not put in, expect to reach the bottom.

Modern Greek.



About three-fourths of the weight of the human body consists of water; and as it is constantly being thrown off by the skin, lungs, etc., it requires to be continually renewed, and water is therefore an essential alimentary principle, and more necessary to our existence than even solid food.

Dr. Turnbull.


I am glad to find your great wealth has not changed you. "Well," responded Mr. Preston, "it has changed me a trifle. I'm eccentric where I used to be impolite, and delightfully sarcastic where I used to be rude—so they tell me."

Detroit Tribune.



Extreme wealth brings excessive care; for the average man a moderate competence is best.


Golden roofs break men's rest.



Much on earth, little in heaven.



Ability is the poor man's wealth.

Matthew Wren.


Many a lout is wealthy, and a clever man, hard put to.



It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.



To say you are welcome, would be superfluous.



A warm welcome after all, is the best cheer.


Who comes seldom is welcome.



You're as welcome as the flowers in May.



Dig a well before you are thirsty. (Be prepared against contingencies.)




The following verses were sent to a graduate of Wheaton Seminary of the class of 1866 by John G. Whittier, on the receipt of two pairs of long stockings, which the young woman had knit. She was a frequent visitor in the Whittier home, and often assisted in the entertainment of guests of honor. Mr. Whittier regarded the verses as doggerel, and expressed his intention of writing something worth while for his youthful admirer. But the poem reveals a humorous side of his character, differing from what one finds in his published poetry, and it is probable that neither Mr. Whittier nor his young friend, who died in her early womanhood, would have objected to the publication of the verses.

Editors of Youth's Companion.

My neighbor Acres said to me,
"I lead a lonesome life.
There's something lacking all the time,
I think I need a wife.
"I'm weary of my empty rooms
And stockings never mended.
If you could think of some nice girl
I'd feel myself befriended."
I sat and pondered for a space,
And then I spake up gaily:
"You just go down the Ferry road
And ask for Mary Bailey.
[407] "She's bright as is a new-made cent
And smart as any steel trap;
I tell you grass will never grow
Beneath her restless heel-tap.
"A wiser little head than hers
Was never found a hat in;
She reads a thousand books a year,
And talks in Dutch and Latin.
"She always has a stylish dress,
And dainty slippered feet,
She's money in the savings-bank
Her every want to meet."
He sadly mused, "That sort of thing
Will never do, you see.
A wife that's all accomplishments
Is not the wife for me."
A lucky thought was mine. I kicked
Right off my old brogan,
And pulled my trousers to the knee.
"Look here, you foolish man!
"These stockings by her hands were knit."
"Why, sakes alive," cried he.
"The modern girl who knits like that
Is just the girl for me."

By John Greenleaf Whittier.


Who sows thorns should not go barefoot.




Advice to a Wife.—O woman! thou knowest the hour when the goodman of the house will return, when the heat and burden of the day are past; do not let him at such time, find upon his coming to his habitation, that the foot which should hasten to meet him is wandering at a distance, that when he is weary with toil and jaded with discouragement, the soft hand which should wipe the sweat from his brow, is knocking at the door of other houses.

W. Irving.


A stubborn wife is a mat rolled up—i. e., useless.




Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning, unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor;
It blots thy beauty, as frost bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience:
[409]Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as one owes a prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.




Oh, let me lay my head to-night upon your breast,
And close my eyes against the light, I fain would rest,
I'm weary, and the world looks sad; this worldly strife
Turns me to you; and, oh I'm glad to be your wife!
Though friends may fail or turn aside, yet I have you
And in your love I may abide, for you are true—
My only solace in each grief and in despair,
Your tenderness is my relief; it soothes each care.
If joys of life could alienate this poor weak heart
From yours, then may no pleasure great enough to part
Our sympathies fall to my lot. I'd e'er remain
Bereft of friends, though true or not, just to retain
Your true regard, your presence bright, thro' care and strife
And, oh! I thank my God to-night, I am your wife!

Old Clipping.



I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of [410]fortune. Those disasters which break down the spirit of a man, and prostrate him in the dust, seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character, that at times it approaches to sublimity. Nothing can be more touching, than to behold a soft and tender female, who had been all weakness and dependence, and alive to every trivial roughness, while threading the prosperous paths of life, suddenly rising in mental force to be the comforter and supporter of her husband under misfortune and abiding with unshrinking firmness, the bitterest blasts of adversity.

As the vine which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunder-bolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs; so it is beautifully ordered by Providence, that woman who is the mere dependent and ornament of man in his happier hours, should be his stay and solace when smitten with calamity; winding herself into the rugged recesses of his nature, tenderly supporting the drooping head, and binding up the broken heart.

I was once congratulating a friend, who had around him a blooming family, knit together in the strongest affection. "I can wish you no better lot," said he, with enthusiasm, "than to have a wife and children. If you are prosperous, there they are to share your prosperity; if otherwise, there they are to comfort you." And, indeed, I have observed that a married man, falling into misfortune, is more apt to retrieve his situation in the world than a single one; partly because he is more stimulated to exertion by the necessities of the helpless and beloved beings who depend upon him for subsistence; but chiefly because his spirits are soothed and relieved by domestic endearments, and his self-respect kept alive by finding, that though all abroad is darkness and humiliation, yet there is still a little world of love at home, [411]of which he is the monarch. Whereas, a single man is apt to run to waste and self-neglect; to fancy himself lonely and abandoned, and his heart to fall to ruin, like some deserted mansion, for want of an inhabitant.

These observations call to mind a little domestic story, of which I was once a witness. My intimate friend, Leslie, had married a beautiful and accomplished girl, who had been brought up in the midst of fashionable life. She had, it is true, no fortune, but that of my friend was ample; and he delighted in the anticipation of indulging her in elegant pursuit, and administering to those delicate tastes and fancies that spread a kind of witchery about the sex.—"Her life," said he, "shall be like a fairy tale."

The very difference in their characters produced a harmonious combination; he was of a romantic and somewhat serious cast; she was all life and gladness. I have often noticed the mute rapture with which he would gaze upon her in company, of which her sprightly powers made her the delight; and how, in the midst of applause, her eye would still turn to him, as if there alone she sought favor and acceptance. When leaning on his arm, her slender form contrasted finely with his tall, manly person. The fond confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a flush of triumphant pride and cherishing tenderness, as if he doted on his lovely burden for its very helplessness. Never did a couple set forward on a flowery path of early and well-suited marriage with a fairer prospect of felicity.

It was the misfortune of my friend, however, to have embarked his property in large speculations; and he had not been married many months when, by a succession of sudden disasters, it was swept from him, and he found himself reduced to almost penury. For a time he kept his situation to himself, and went about with a haggard countenance and a breaking heart. His life was but a protracted agony; and what rendered it more insupportable was the necessity of [412]keeping up a smile in the presence of his wife; for he could not bring himself to overwhelm her with the news. She saw, however, with the quick eyes of affection, that all was not well with him. She marked his altered looks and stifled sighs, and was not to be deceived by his sickly and vapid attempts at cheerfulness. She tasked all her sprightly powers and tender blandishments to win him back to happiness; but she only drove the arrow deeper into his soul. The more he saw cause to love her, the more torturing was the thought that he was soon to make her wretched. A little while, thought he, and the smile will banish from that cheek—the song will die away from those lips—the lustre of those eyes will be quenched with sorrow—and the happy heart which now beats lightly in that bosom will be weighed down, like mine, by the cares and miseries of the world.

At length he came to me one day, and related his whole situation in a tone of the deepest despair. When I had heard him through, I inquired, "Does your wife know all this?" At the question he burst into an agony of tears. "For God's sake!" cried he, "if you have any pity on me, don't mention my wife; it is the thought of her that drives me almost to distraction!"

"And why not?" said I:—"She must know it sooner or later: you cannot keep it long from her, and the intelligence may break upon her in a more startling manner than if imparted by yourself; for the accents of those we love soften the harshest tidings. Besides, you are depriving yourself of the comforts of her sympathy; and not merely that, but also endangering the only bond that can keep hearts together—an unreserved community of thought and feeling. She will soon perceive that something is secretly preying upon your mind; and true love will not brook reserve: it feels undervalued and outraged, when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it."

[413] "Oh, but my friend! to think what a blow I am to give to all her future prospects—how I am to strike her very soul to the earth, by telling her that her husband is a beggar!—that she is to forego all the elegancies of life—all the pleasures of society—to shrink with me into indigence and obscurity! To tell her that I have dragged her down from the sphere in which she might have continued to move in constant brightness—the light of every eye—the admiration of every heart!—How can she bear poverty? She has been brought up in all the refinements of opulence *  *  *"

I saw his grief was eloquent, and I let it have its flow; for sorrow relieves itself by words. When his paroxysm had subsided, and he had relapsed into moody silence, I resumed the subject gently, and urged him to break his situation at once to his wife. He shook his head mournfully, but positively.

"But how are you to keep it from her? It is necessary she should know it, that you may take the steps proper to the alteration of your circumstances. You must change your style of living—nay," observing a pang to pass across his countenance, "don't let that afflict you. I am sure you never placed your happiness in outward show—you have yet friends, warm friends, who will not think the worse of you for being less splendidly lodged; and surely it does not require a palace to be happy with Mary—" "I could be happy with her," cried he convulsively, "in a hovel! *"

"Believe me, my friend," said I, stepping up, and grasping him warmly by the hand, "she can be the same with you. Ay, more: it will be a source of pride and triumph to her—it will call forth all the latent energies and fervent sympathies of her nature; for she will rejoice to prove that she loves you for yourself. There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up, and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity." I finished [414]by persuading him to go home and unburden his sad heart to his wife.

I must confess, notwithstanding all I have said, I felt some little solicitude for the result. Who can calculate on the fortitude of one whose whole life has been a round of pleasures? Her gay spirits might revolt at the dark downward path of low humility, suddenly pointed out before her, and might cling to the sunny regions in which they had hitherto reveled.

In short, I could not meet Leslie next morning without trepidation. He had made the disclosure.

"And how did she bear it?"

"Like an Angel! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind, for she threw her arms around my neck, and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy."

Some days afterwards, he called upon me in the evening. He had disposed of his dwelling-house, and taken a small cottage in the country, a few miles from town. He had been busy all day in sending out furniture. The new establishment required few articles, and those of the simplest kind. All the splendid furniture of his late residence had been sold, excepting his wife's harp. That, he said was too closely associated with the idea of herself; it belonged to the little story of their loves; for some of the sweetest moments of their courtship were those when he had leaned over that instrument, and listened to the melting tones of her voice. I could not but smile at this instance of romantic gallantry in a doting husband.

He was now going out to the cottage, where his wife had been all day superintending its arrangement. My feelings had become strongly interested in the progress of this family story, and as it was a fine evening, I offered to accompany him.

He was wearied with the fatigues of the day, and as we walked out, fell into a fit of gloomy musing.

[415] "Poor Mary!" at length broke, with a heavy sigh, from his lips.

"And what of her," asked I, "has anything happened to her?"

"What," said he, darting an impatient glance, "is it nothing to be reduced to this paltry situation—to be caged in a miserable cottage—to be obliged to toil almost in the menial concerns of her wretched habitation?"

"Has she then repined at the change?"

"Repined! she has been nothing but sweetness and good humor. Indeed, she seems in better spirits than I have ever known her; she has been to me all love and tenderness and comfort!"

"Admirable girl!" exclaimed I, "You call yourself poor, my friend; you never were so rich—you never knew the boundless treasures of excellence you possessed in that woman."

"Oh! but, my friend, if this first meeting at the cottage were over, I think I could then be comfortable. But this is her first day of real experience: she has been introduced into an humble dwelling—she has been employed all day, in arranging its miserable equipments—she has for the first time known the fatigues of domestic employment—she has for the first time looked around her on a home destitute of everything elegant—almost of everything convenient; and may now be sitting down, exhausted and spiritless, brooding over a prospect of future poverty."

There was a degree of probability in this picture that I could not gainsay, so we walked on in silence.

After turning from the main road, up a narrow lane, so thickly shaded by forest trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion, we came in sight of the cottage. It was humble enough in its appearance for the most pastoral poet; and yet it had a most pleasing rural look. *  *  *  *  * Just as we approached we heard the sound of music—Leslie [416]grasped my arm; we paused and listened. It was Mary's voice singing, in a style of the most touching simplicity, a little Scotch air of which her husband was peculiarly fond.

I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm. He stepped forward to hear more distinctly. His step made a noise on the gravel walk. A bright beautiful face glanced out at the window and vanished—a light footstep was heard—and Mary came tripping forth to meet us. She was in a pretty rural dress of white; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair; a fresh bloom was on her cheek; her whole countenance beamed with smiles—I had never seen her look so lovely.

"My dear George," cried she, "I am so glad you are come; I have been watching and watching for you; and running down the lane and looking out for you. I've set out a table under a beautiful tree behind the cottage; and I've been gathering some of the most delicious strawberries, for I know you are so fond of them—and we have such excellent cream—and everything is so sweet and still here.—Oh!" said she, putting her arm within his, and looking up brightly in his face, "Oh, we shall be so happy!"

Poor Leslie was overcome. He caught her to his bosom—he folded his arms around her—he kissed her again and again—he could not speak for the tears gushed into his eyes.

He has often assured me that though the world has since gone prosperously with him, and his life has indeed been a happy one, yet never has he experienced a moment of more exquisite felicity than the time when I accompanied him to the little cottage in the country.

Washington Irving.


Better a fortune in a wife, than with a wife.




The good wife is none of our dainty dames, who love to appear in a variety of suits every day, new; as if a gown like a stratagem in war, were to be used but once. But our good wife sets up a sail according to the keel of her husband's estate; and if of high parentage, she doth not so remember what she was by birth, that she forgets what she is by—match.



Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife;
A bad, the bitterest curse of human life.




Be joined to thy equal in rank,
Or the foot of pride will kick at thee;
Let no one have thy confidence, O wife,
Saving thy husband:
Have not a friend more intimate, O husband,
Than thy wife.



What thou bidd'st,
Unargued, I obey; so God ordains:
God is thy law; thou mine: to know no more,
Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.



When Sir Albert Morton died, his wife's grief was such that she shortly followed him, and was laid by his side. [418]Wotton's two lines on the event have been celebrated as containing a volume in seventeen words:

"He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died."

Certainly there are few higher tributes in the world to a good husband than this.


The wife is the key of the house.


A man's best fortune—or his worst—is a wife.



A modest, chaste, and an obedient wife,
Lifts her poor husband to a knightly throne:
What though the livelong day with toils be rife,
The solace of his cares at night's his own.
If she be modest and her words be kind,
Mark not her beauty, or her want of grace;
The fairest woman, if deformed in mind
Will in thy heart's affections find no place:
Dazzling as Eden's beauties to the eye,
In outward form: foul is her face within.
Better in dungeon, bound with chains, to lie,
Than, with at home, a wife of frowning mien.
Better bare feet than pinching shoes. The woes
Of travel are less hard than broils at home.
Contentment's door upon that mansion close,
Whence wrangling women's high-pitched voices come.

From Littell's Living Age.



When a man has secured a good wife he can rest on his laurels; the world has no greater prize to offer him.


When the will is ready, the feet are light.


When the will is prompt, the legs are nimble.



Where there is a will, there is a way.



What you leave at your death, let it be without controversy, else the lawyers will be your heirs.



I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.

H. W. Longfellow.


God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

Henri Estienne.


Winter finds out what Summer lays up.

Hans Andersen.



It is always safe to learn, even from our enemies—seldom safe to venture to instruct, even our friends.


To know how to grow old, is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.



Youth is not the era of wisdom; let us therefore have due consideration.



He who pursues an idle wish
But climbs a tree to catch a fish.



Best wishes! What avails that phrase, unless
Best services attend them.



Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.



You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come,
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.



An eye witness outweighs others.

From the Latin.


No greater woe
Can be, than to remember happy days
In misery.



By telling our woes we often assuage them.



A fashionable woman is always in love—with herself.



Before I trust my fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy future give
Color and form to mine,
Before I peril all for thee,
Question thy soul to-night for me.
I break all slighter bonds, nor feel
A shadow of regret:
Is there one link within the past
That holds thy spirit yet?
Or is thy faith as clear and free
As that which I can pledge to thee?
Does there within thy dimmest dreams
A possible future shine,
Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe,
Untouched, unshared by mine?
If so, at any pains or cost,
Oh, tell me before all is lost.
Look deeper still. If thou canst feel
Within thy inmost soul,
That thou hast kept a portion back,
While I have staked the whole,—
Let no false pity spare the blow,
But in true mercy tell me so.
[422]Is there within thy heart a need
That mine cannot fulfil?
One cord that any other hand
Could better wake or still?
Speak now—lest at some future day
My whole life wither and decay.

Adelaide Anne Proctor.



Seek to be good, but aim not to be great;
A woman's noblest station is retreat:
Her fairest virtues fly from public sight;
Domestic worth,—that, shuns too strong a light.


Kindness in women,
Not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.



Alas! I am but woman, fond and weak
Without even power my proud, pure love to speak;
But oh, by all I fail in, love not me
For what I am, but what I wish to be.


Manners, not jewels, are a woman's ornament.


The woman who really wishes to refuse an aspirant to her hand contents herself with saying, No. She who explains, wants to be convinced.



Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.



In Dr. Johnson's opinion, "a woman was well dressed, when, after seeing her, one could not remember what she had on."


A beautiful woman without fixed principles, may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.


Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on't,
And if she won't, she won't, and there's an end on't.

Aaron Hill.


A woman possessing nothing but outward advantages, is like a flower without fragrance, a tree without fruit.


The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

George Eliot.


Learn above all, how to manage women: their thousand Ahs! and Ohs! so thousand-fold, can be cured, but how,—I cannot tell.




Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.


In women we love that which is natural,
We admire that which is acquired,
And shun that which is artificial.



If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrow that thou wouldst forget;
If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills!—No tears
Dim the sweet looks that Nature wears.



How many a day has been damped and darkened by an angry word!


No word He hath spoken
Was ever yet broken.



Many a word at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that's broken.

Sir Walter Scott.


It is as easy to draw back a stone thrown with force from the hand, as to recall a word once spoken.



The unspoken word never does harm.


For want of a word, lives often drift, and remain apart.



Rash, angry words, and spoken out of season,
When passion has usurped the throne of reason,
Have ruined many. Passion is unjust,
And for an idle transitory gust
Of gratified revenge dooms us to pay,
With long repentance at a later day.

Theognis, a Greek.
Translated by Frere.


An able man shows his spirit by gentle words and resolute actions: he is neither hot nor timid.



Words are but wind, but writing may rise up in judgment.


Stay longer—are two charming words in a friend's vocabulary.


Fair words gladden many a heart.



To a good listener few words will do.



Hard words break no bones, but they sometimes break hearts.


He that would be well spoken of,
Must not speak ill of others.


Kind words are the music of the world.

F. W. Faber.


Kind words are a bright oasis in life's great desert.

The Coming Age.


My words fly up, my thoughts remain below,
Words, without thoughts, never to Heaven go.



Words are but pictures of our thoughts.



If word of mine
Have harmed thee, rashly spoken, let the winds
Bear all remembrance of it swift away.


There are words which cut like steel.



If you think twice before you speak once, you will speak twice the better for it.



Thy words have darted hope into my soul,
And comfort dawns upon me.



A word and a stone let go, cannot be recalled.


Like a beautiful flower, full of colour, but without perfume, are the fine, but fruitless words, of him who does not act accordingly.



It would perhaps be well for many of us to have in sight the following little sentiment when writing letters:—

Words spoken are light as air;
Words written are always there.



An ill-tempered letter, once sent, will sometimes embitter a life-time. We once saw an old gentleman, with a wise, fine head, calm face, and a most benevolent look, beg of a postmaster to return him a letter which he had dropped into the box. To do so, as everybody knows, is illegal; but won over by the old gentleman's importunity, the postmaster complied, upon full proof, in comparing the writing etc. being given. Then, with a beaming face, the old gentleman tore the letter into fragments, and, scattering them to the winds, exclaimed—"Ah! I've preserved my friend." The fact is, he had written a letter in a state of irritation, which was probably unjust and hurtful, but which he had wisely recalled. "Written words remain," [428]is not only a proverb, but a very grave caution; and hence the advice—never write in anger, or, at any rate, keep your letter till next morning, when you probably will be cool and in a better frame of mind.


A good beginning is half the work.



Art little? Do thy little well:
And for thy comfort know
The great can do their greatest work
No better than, just so.



He who is willing to work finds it hard to wait.


Never be ashamed of honest work. It is far better to be a good blacksmith than a bad lawyer.



Youth is the seed-time, old age the harvest. If we lay nothing up for old age it will be as related in the fable; namely: A cricket came to the ant, and said, "Give me something to eat?" The ant asked, "What did you in the summer?" "I whistled," said the cricket. "Then," said the ant, "if you whistled in summer while I was working, you may dance in the winter," and gave her nothing.


We are best known by what we do.



One's work is the best company.



I am often tired in, but never of, my work.



We often hear of people breaking down from over-work, but nine cases out of ten they are really suffering from worry or anxiety.

Sir John Lubbock.


Unless a man works, he cannot find out what he is able to do.


I cannot abide to see men throw away their tools the minute the clock begins to strike, as if they took no pleasure in their work, and was afraid o' doing a stroke too much. The very grindstone 'll go on turning a bit after you loose it.

George Eliot.



When my bier is borne to the grave
And its burden is laid in the ground
Think not that Rumi is there,
Nor cry, like the mourners around,
He is gone,—all is over—farewell!
But go on your ways again,
And forgetting your own petty loss,
Remember his infinite gain.
For, know that this world is a tent,
And life but a dream in the night,
Till death plucks the curtain apart
And awakens the sleeper with light.

R. H. Stoddard, From the Persian.



The knowledge of the world is only to be acquired in the world, and not in the closet.



Shall I tell you what a princess wrote—the Princess Amelia, who was an aunt of our good Queen Victoria, and who after a long and painful sickness and trial died at an early age?—

"Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laughed and danced, I talked and sung,
And proud of health, of freedom, vain,
Dreamt not of sorrow, care, or pain.
Oh! then, in those bright hours of glee,
I thought the world was made for me.
But when the hour of trial came,
And sickness shook my feeble frame,
And folly's gay pursuits were o'er,
And I could sing and dance no more—
Oh! then, I thought how sad 'twould be,
Were only this world made for me."

F. W. Farrar, D. D.


A man's quarrel with the world, is only a quarrel with himself.


All my theology is reduced to this narrow compass—Jesus Christ came into this world to save sinners.

A. Alexander.



The world does not seem to care for honorable lives as much as it does for a good bank-account.


He who would enjoy many friends, and live happy in the world, must often be deaf, dumb, and blind, to its vices and follies.



Said the Rev. W. J. Dawson: "I know in my own heart how soon the spirit of devoutness fades when from any cause I am deprived of public worship for any length of time. And when I see a youth to whom religious worship has been the atmosphere of his childhood, gradually withdrawing himself from the means of grace, I tremble for him, because I have seen what that means. I can think of men whom I loved, and who now lead wretched and degraded lives, and all their misery began when they forsook the tabernacles of their God."


A soft answer turneth away wrath.

Proverbs xv, 1v.


Call not that man wretched, who, whatever ills he suffers, has a child to love.



A good life keeps off wrinkles.



What is writ, is writ—
Would it were worthier.




It is a remarkable fact, that no man can ever get rid of the style of handwriting peculiar to his country. If he be English, he always writes in English style; if French, in French style; if German, Italian, or Spanish, in the style peculiar to his nation. Professor B—— states:—"I am acquainted with a Frenchman, who has passed all his life in England, who speaks English like one of our own countrymen, and writes it with ten times the correctness of ninety-nine in a hundred of us; but yet who cannot, for the life of him, imitate our mode of writing. I knew a Scotch youth, who was educated entirely in France, and resided eighteen years in that country, mixing exclusively with French people, but who, although he had a French writing-master, and, perhaps, never saw anything but French writing in his life, or rarely, yet wrote exactly in the Scotch style."



The word that is heard, passes away; the letter that is written,—remains.


Every time you avoid doing wrong,
You increase your inclination to do right.


The remedy for wrongs is to forget them.


My ear is pained, my soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.





Yankee.—The word Yankee is believed to have been derived from the manner in which the Indians endeavored to pronounce the word English, which they rendered Yenghees, whence the word Yankee.

From "Milledulcia."


Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?



How often it is like autumn leaves, many hopes and ambitions that yesterday were bright and strong, are now, alas, dead!


Thy yesterday is past,
Thy to-day, thy future,
Thy to-morrow, is a secret.

From The Talmud.


Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear—
Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care.

Geo. W. Hangford.



How beautiful is youth! How bright it gleams
With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!
Book of beginnings, story without end,
Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
[434]All possibilities are in its hands:
No danger daunts it, and no foe withstands:
In its sublime audacity of faith,
"Be thou removed!" it, to the mountain, saith.


An easy youth, generally means a hard old age.



As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth.



Youth is ever apt to judge in haste,
And lose the medium in the wild extreme.

Aaron Hill.



Happy the youth that finds the bride
Whose birth is to his own allied,
The sweetest joy of life:
But oh, the crowds of wretched souls
Fetter'd to minds of different moulds
And chain'd t' eternal strife!

Dr. Isaac Watts.


In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.



What is youth?—a dancing billow,
Winds behind, and rocks before!



You youngsters nowadays think you're to begin with living well, and working easy: you've no notion of running afoot before you get on horseback.


Heavy work in youth is sweet repose in old age.

From the Italian.



Excessive Zeal.—An Indian, having heard from a white man some strictures on zeal, replied—"I don't know about having too much zeal; but I think it is better the pot should boil over than not boil at all."





Abilities No man's, are so remarkably 1
Absence Pains of, wiped away 2
Abuse Weapon of vulgar 3
Acorns It is told of Admiral Collingwood 4
Acquaintance Easier to make, than to shake 5
  Softens 6
  Sometimes lowers opinion of one 7
Act Speaks out in, etc. 8
  What is done by one, all may do 9
  Which makes a friend and enemy, what 10
Acting World practices 11
Action Do what you can, etc. 12
  Good, receives recompense 13
  Judged by motive for 14
  Our, are our own 15
  Speak not of, before doing 16
  Thought, compared with 17
  What I must do, is all that concerns me 18
Actor Compared with preacher 19
Adieu Sweet, bids return 20
Adversity Contrasted with prosperity 21
  Does not take away true friends 22
  Effect of 23
  He who never was acquainted with 24
  Proud man in, nobody knows him 25
  The finest friendships have been 26
Advice Ask not for, when assistance wanted 27
  Before giving, we must have secured its 28
  Difficult to make agreeable 29
  Friends required 30
  Give not to self-conceited man 31
  Pouring water on a duck's 32
  Who comes for, wants not to be corrected 33
Affectation Clerical abhorred 34
  Cure of 35
  Lights candle to our defects 36
  Vain and ridiculous 37
Affections Sad to see them changed 38
Afflictions "Be still, sad heart," etc. 39
  For every sort of 40
  Sons of, brothers 41
Affronts Young men soon give 42
Age A joy, if youth well spent 43
  Approaching, signs of 44
  [ii]Matter of feeling, not of years 45
  Of men and women, what 46
  Old, be happy in 47
  Old, and faded flowers 48
  Reverence for 49
  Should make one indulgent, etc. 50
  Slave to custom 51
  Speak gently to aged 52
  Thinks the past the best 53
  These are the effects 54
Alcides No equal but himself 55
Alms Rich often slowest to give 56
  Side means used to raise 57
Alone What stamps the wrinkles deepest 58
Alphabet Hawaiian in 1886 59
Ambition Man of, has many masters 60
Amiability Easy, when 61
Ambition Sea of, tempest-tost is 62
  Ultimate result of all 63
Amusements The mind ought 64
Ancestor Merit of, effect of, on descendant 65
Ancestors Not always well to look them up 66
  Merit from 67
Ancestry Boasting of, lowers, etc. 68
  Never mind, etc. 69
Anger A good man's, lasts an 70
  Avoid a man in a passion 71
  Begins in folly, ends in repentance 72
  Effect of subduing 73
  Fatal to dignity 74
  Nurse not secretly 75
  Shows weak judgment 76
  Suppressed, prevents sorrow 77
  Unjust and ridiculous when 78
  When a man grows angry 79
Animals Agreeable friends, why 80
  Treat kindly, as God's creatures 81
  Kindness to 82
Answer A gracious 83
Anxiety The poison of human life 84
Appearance Beware of judging by 85
  Dress does not change the man 86
  Man's reception depends on 87
Appearances Often misleading, instance of 88
Appetite Riches cannot buy 89
Applause To love it, praiseworthy 90
Apples Good medicine 91
Appointments May be given, but, etc. 92
[iii]Approbation If general 93
Arbitration Makes an enemy, or a friend 94
Argument Contend not with a fool, etc. 95
Assistance Asking and bestowing 96
Associates Live not too near to 97
Association Produces like characters 98
Audience Interesting or fatiguing, it 99
Beautiful The, never desolate 100
Beauty Of face, and mind compared 101
  Of youth, age, etc. 102
  Selfish, a flower without perfume 103
  What is? 104
  What may be preserved 105
  Without kindness 106
Bed The, heaven to the weary head 107
Believe Men generally, what 108
Benefactors The kindest 109
Beneficent A, person is like a fountain 110
Benefit None too small to magnify 111
  Receiving, sale of liberty 112
  When to forget, when to remember 113
Benevolence Human, not always pure 114
Bereavement Effect on heart 115
Betrothed How to know him 116
Bible Index to eternity 117
  Mystery of mysteries 118
  Remember that God is speaking to you in 119
  Some curious facts in 120
  The 120a
Bird "A little bird told me," origin of expression 121
Birds Old, are hard to 122
Birth Be not ashamed of humble 123
  Is what 124
Birthday Has different sounds to different ages 125
Blessings Those who give them, keep them 126
Boaster World has no use for 127
Book Good keeper of 128
  If loaned to a girl, read it when returned 129
  Use as bee uses the flower 130
Books Be careful of what you read 131
  Borrowed, return 132
  Friends ever near 133
  Introductions to the best society 134
  Lending of 135
  Often denied the poor 136
  That you may carry to the fire 137
  [iv]Useless, costly 138
Bore Who is in society 139
Borrowers What some do 140
Boy At what age should win his way 141
  Be polite, advice of father to 142
  Gallant answer of one 143
  How to bring up,—Ruskin 144
  May be led to college, but, etc. 145
  Results of disobeying parents 146
  The blind 147
  The orphan's fate 148
  What gifts help him best 149
Boys What they should learn 150
Brain (Mind), good to polish 151
Bread Eaten, soon forgotten 152
Breeding Better than birth 153
  Good, consists of having, etc. 154
  Good, result of what 155
Britain Great, climate of 156
  Great, nobility of 157
Brother Sufferings claim a, pity 158
  Thy, in poverty, etc. 159
Burdened The, respect them,—Napoleon 160
Burdens Another's, weight of 161
  Lightened by helping others 162
Burns Robert, what we owe to him 163
Business Effect of prosperity or failure 164
  I'll give money to 165
  Sentiment in 166
  To, that we love 167
  Your, keep to it 168
Busybodies Know all things 169
Buyer The, depreciates, etc. 170
By-and-by Road to, leads where 171
Calamity Do not insult, etc. 172
Can't I, does nothing 173
Cap "Feather in," derivation of expression 174
  Whom the, fits, let him 175
Capacity Deplorable, when 176
Cards Avoid as temptations 177
  For benefits designed 178
Care Carry not to bed with you 179
Cares Put them off 180
Cat To win a, and lose a 181
Caution Consider well, what can be done but once 182
  Life of, reward 183
  One rule for showing 184
  [v]Sign not paper, etc. 185
Censure Of one, makes two cordial 186
Ceremony A bow of, sometimes repels 187
  Excess of, a want of breeding 188
Certainty That which has happened 189
Chalmers Rev. Dr., in London 190
Chance Heaven and earth not made by 191
Change Times, and we 192
  When you seek to 193
Character An admirable, described 194
  Best, not without fault 195
  Crown jewel of, sincerity 196
  Delicacy, inseparable from sweetness of 197
  Description of upright 198
  Illustrated, by little things 199
  Keep it abroad, as at home 200
  Kindness, better for, than talents 201
  Man of, shown by merely naming him 202
  Men believed, or not, because of 203
  None suddenly very good, or very bad 204
  Of public man, a football 205
  One to be admired 206
  Prosperity brings forth hidden 207
  The history of a man 208
  What firm and weak feet do 209
  What shows strength of 210
Charitable Give, and God repays 211
Charity In word only 212
  Begins at home,—its home 213
  Cast thy bread upon the waters 214
  Compared with politeness 215
  Do good by stealth, etc. 216
  Duty is, where there is plenty 217
  Exalts, though we stoop to bestow 218
  Fountain of, always clear 219
  Give freely to the deserving 220
  How to give it 221
  Not to excite hope when 222
  Relieve fellow man in distress 223
  See Leviticus XXV, 35 224
  Visit of, to needy, visit of the Savior 225
  What given in, is kept 226
  What is, and what its reward 227
  Who at fault with regard to 228
  Who gives double 229
Cheat On whom shame first time 230
Cheek The, is apter to tell 231
Cheer Speak word of, to the living 232
[vi]Cheerfulness Refreshes by its presence 233
  Smoothes the road of 234
  Suggests good health, etc. 235
Chide A friend in private, and 236
Child A short sermon by one 237
  A sleeping 238
  Beautiful as rose, etc. 239
  Bruise not its heart 240
  Correct, etc. 241
  Destiny of, work of the mother 242
  Eyes of, beautiful, etc. 243
  Her little shoes, lines on 244
  Inscription on silver plate of 245
  Judicious praise of 246
  Learns indoors, what he tells 247
  Lines on, by Thomas Campbell 248
  One who was a Christ-child 249
  Questions of, as teachers 250
  Restless observation of 251
  Speak gently to 252
  Take care of Christian instruction of 253
  Teach it ideas, not phrases 254
  Tear on cheek of 255
  The, and the "Rising Day" 256
  The beginning of discipline for 257
  The way to spoil, or to benefit 258
  Trained by example 259
  Unhappy end of 260
  What it should be taught 261
Childhood Indicates the man 262
Children A bond of union, etc. 263
  Are tattlers 264
  Be not impatient with 265
  Certain care, uncertain comforts 266
  Dear to parents 267
  Dutifulness, foundation, of virtue in 268
  Ease cares, with bliss 269
  Effect of good instruction, and bad example 270
  Enjoy the present 271
  Father's best legacy to 272
  Flatter not, but encourage 273
  Good physiognomists 274
  Dr. Guthrie's opinion 275
  Indulgence to, breeds ingratitude 276
  Industrious habits, better than, etc. 277
  Instruction to, better than riches 278
  Japanese, always obedient 279
  Jewels dropped from Heaven 280
  [vii]Know friend and foe 281
  Let them learn more than yourself 282
  Like the to-morrow of society 283
  Live in the present 284
  Love, as being fresh from God's hand 285
  Love of, sign of pure heart 286
  More precious than gold, etc. 287
  Need models, not critics 288
  Not always indulge 289
  Parents should discipline 290
  Pastime with 291
  Poor men's riches 292
  Praise, effect of 293
  Prevent parents from being selfish 294
  Reflect manners of parents 295
  Should be taught sympathy 296
  Still ours, though in heaven 297
  Teach children to tell the truth 298
  Teach love to 299
  Travelers newly arrived, etc. 300
  Treat yours all alike 301
  Usually what their mothers are 302
  What to discountenance in 303
  Will grow up substantially what 304
Christ Abide with us 305
  Description of person of 306
  His last supper, a memorial, etc. 307
  If you profess Him, do His deeds 308
  Patron of poor and afflicted 309
  The, a carpenter's consolation 310
  Think rightly of Him 311
Christian A, is the highest style of 312
  He that is a good man 313
  None, if not Christlike 314
Christianity No civilization without 315
Christmas When truly merry 316
Church A rebuke for staying away from 317
  Bring self to, not your clothes 318
  Cannot alone make good 319
  How it may grow 320
  I was once preaching in Scotland 321
  Late goers to, rebuked 322
  Plan to keep awake in 323
  Remember God is there 324
  Take your children to 325
  Two classes in 326
Circumstances Men are dependent on 327
Civility Bases of large fortune 328
  [viii]What is 329
Clergyman In city, what must have 330
Clock An ideal example of work 331
Clergyman Life of, is it enviable? 332
  Should be like engine, etc. 333
College Enter as early as possible 334
Companions Lonely, when musing on those gone 335
  Whom to choose 336
Company Pleasant, shortens miles 337
Compensation Child and childless 338
  What rich and poor find 339
Complain Every one must see daily 340
Compliment How usually accompanied 341
  Illuminate me with a ray of 342
Compliments Deference, most elegant of 343
  Fishers for, get bites 344
Conceit Folly to advise conceited people 345
  Not wise 346
  People conceited need no sympathy 347
  Puffs up, but does not prop 348
  Self, effect of imagination 349
Conduct How to discuss, how to decide 350
  Never waver between right and wrong 351
Confidence Gives pleasure, etc. 352
  No one too sure to miss 353
  Over, indulge not in 354
  Plant of slow growth 355
  Who knows his road, he has 356
  Whom to put it in 357
Conscience Good, sold but not bought 358
  Good, worth its cost 359
  A clear, is a good 360
  Quiet makes serene 361
  The chamber of justice 362
  Voice of God 363
  Voice of God in the heart 364
Consistency Thou art a 365
Constancy None in earthly things 366
Contention Yield, rather than dispute 367
  Where two discourse 368
Contentment A reason given for 369
  Be not with what you are 370
  Comes from liking what one has 371
  Comes from nature, not the world 372
  Happy he who has 373
  Having bread, hunt no cakes 374
  Less with much, than with little 375
  Little, make it not less 376
  [ix]Makes palace of a cottage 377
  Murmur not 378
  One rule for 379
  Rich beg for, poor can give 380
  Rich, poor without 381
  Secret of perfect 382
  What brings 383
  When a happy purchase 384
  Who should be content with anything 385
  Wise, grieve not for, etc. 386
  Worth of, known when lost 387
Conversation Avoid what in 388
  How to please others in 389
  Its best ingredients 390
  Music of the mind 391
  Never argue in 392
  Never over-bear in 393
  One of the best rules 394
  Say much in few words 395
  To say nothing charmingly, etc. 396
  Who usually spend longest time in 397
  With thee conversing 398
Conversion Better to turn than to stray 399
Converses He who, with no one 400
Corrupts As rust, iron, so envy 401
Corporations No souls have, etc. 402
Corruption A tree dropping infections 403
Cottage When better than a palace 404
Counsel Good, never too late 405
  When easy to give 406
  Who not helped by 407
Counsellors In many, safety 408
Countenance Cheerful, crowns a welcome 409
  Often more impressive than the tongue 410
  Pleasing, an advantage 411
  Smiling, indicates what? 412
Country Character of, effect on man 413
  Life in, pleasure of 414
  Love of life, inborn in man 415
  Love of 416
  Which best governed 417
  Who loves not, loves nothing 418
Courage Want of, loss by 419
Courtesy Always a time for 420
  Background of one's portrait 421
  One-sided, dies soon 422
Courtship Men dream in 423
  Their, was carried on in 424
  [x]What is 425
Covetousness Keeps the eyes on the ground 426
Coward Threatens when 427
Cradle The hand that rocks the 428
Credit Like looking glass, how? 429
  Take care of it 430
  Two good reasons for not giving 431
Criticism Fascinating to people of small caliber 432
Critics Ready made, etc. 433
Culture The, of a man 434
Curiosity All kneel before its altar 435
Custom Forms us all 436
Daughter Dear, of old father 437
  Lines on marriage, of an only 438
Day Let it not slip uselessly away 439
Dead He mourns, etc. 440
Death Difference of, between old and young 441
  Folly not to prepare for 442
  Should come only with God's command 443
  What men and angels ask, when one dies 444
Debt Happiness to be out of 445
Debts Avoid paying, by not making 446
Decay Wealth and power not immortal 447
Decision Of character, requires use 448
Deeds Good, who should disclose doing of 449
  Noble, last longer than monuments 450
  Wishes without, worthless 451
Deformity Mock not at 452
Delay Injures those prepared 453
  Loss by 454
Delicacy True, exhibits itself, how 455
Demeanor Be natural, etc. 456
Dependents Duty to 457
Descent Honorable, is in all nations 458
Design Think on means, etc. 459
Desire Increased with acquisitions 460
Destiny Like ships on ocean 461
Dial Sun, inscription for 462
Difficulties Rise above your 463
Digestion Mostly occurs in the mouth 464
Dignity True, exists, how 465
Disappointment All have met, and will meet 466
Discontent Evidence of 467
  Not easily concealed 468
  Our worst enemy 469
  Where mostly found 470
Discreet Be, in all things, and so 471
[xi]Discretion Thy friend's friend has a friend 472
Dishonest The, woe to, etc. 473
Disposition No man's will alter 474
Distress Shut not thy purse strings against 475
  Who feels not for, not a man 476
Distrustful Be deceived, rather than 477
Doctor The, when some adore him, some slight him 478
Dog Did you never observe that 479
  Instance of faithful 480
  Nature preserves his food 481
Doubt If in, don't 482
Doubts Traitors are 483
Dream The orphan boy's 484
Dreams Children of night and indigestion 485
Dress What woes it may bring 486
  What becomes true feminine beauty 487
Drink Avoid, instance of, heathen 488
  A wife's answer 489
  Habit, how cured in one 490
  To escape, never begin 491
Dun Derivation of the word 492
Duty A path all may tread 493
  Do it fearlessly 494
  Do it, let come what may 495
  I hate to see a thing done by 496
  Whosoever contents 497
  Time for that which one loves 498
Ear One should choose a wife 499
  What is told in the 500
Ease One at, easily admonishes others 501
  To be paid for by work 502
Easy Nothing is, to the unwilling 503
Eating How one should eat 504
  Half of what we eat 505
Economy Easy chair of age 506
  Effect of not practicing 507
  Exercise of, no disgrace 508
  In abundance, prepare for scarcity 509
  Lay up for rainy day 510
  Like savings bank 511
  Practice in prosperity 512
  Save for age and want 513
  When too late 514
  When to spend, when to spare 515
Education Every man must find his own 516
  A boy was compelled 516a
Efforts All difficult, nearly, before easy 517
[xii]Eloquence In tone, eye, etc., as in words 518
Emotion External signs of 519
Employment A guard against the evil one 520
  To be employed, is to be 521
Enemy Do good to, as a friend 522
  Ever too near 523
Englishmen Cold to strangers,—Dr. Johnson 524
Envy Born without, mark of what 525
  There would be little, if, etc. 526
Equals Where all should be 527
Equivocation First cousin to lie 528
Error Correct immediately 529
  Beware of 530
  Who makes not, makes no good hits 531
Etiquette Good taste rejects, excessive nicety 532
Events Preceded by certain signs 533
Evil Avoid suggestion of 534
  Man endowed with power to conquer 535
Eye Opens and closes, revealing, etc. 536
  Sees not itself, etc. 537
  Silent speech of 538
Eyes More accurate than ears 539
  Of old, like memories of old, how? 540
  Those of other people, effect 541
  Windows of the soul 542
Exaggeration Weakens statements 543
  Who is prone to 544
Example Given, must be tolerated 545
Examples Noble, excite to noble deeds 546
Excuse Accuses maker of 547
Exercise Dispenses with physic 548
Experience Can teach even a fool 549
  Lip-wisdom, which 550
Extravagance Keeps pace with prosperity 551
Face Effect of clouded 552
  Pictures thoughts, etc. 553
  Sometimes a letter of credit 554
Fail The surest way not to 555
Faith Beautiful instance of 556
  Bridge from earth to heaven 557
  Compliment to be trusted 558
  Effect of want of, in no one 559
  Trust not that, once broken 560
Faithfulness Encouraged by trustfulness 561
Falsehood Reward thereof 562
  Telling of, like what 563
Familiarity Mistake to indulge in 564
[xiii]Family Little world in itself 565
  Man happiest with his 566
  Reunion of 567
Farewell A sound that makes us linger 568
  How to say it 569
Farmer He alone has a home 570
  Must not sit in the shade, etc. 571
Father Beautiful picture of 572
  Love of, reward 573
  One known without being seen 574
Fault Confession makes half amends 575
  Not to repent of a 576
Faultless Ne'er was, is, nor will be 577
Faults A man's and his neighbor's 578
  Better find one's own, than, etc. 579
  Of great men, forgotten 580
  Of others, when we may blame 581
  The greatest of 582
  Wink at wee 583
Favor How to ask one 584
  Pleasure in conferring 585
Favoritism Effect of, on children 586
Favors One likes better to 587
Feast What makes the best 588
Feasting May make fasting 589
  Accustom early in your youth 590
Feelings When too fine 591
Fidelity True as needle to pole, etc. 592
Fireside My own 593
Fish All that a, drinks 594
Flattery What kind of, hurts 595
  No quality will get a man 596
Flowers Children of the meadows 597
  Daughters of earth and sun 598
  Effect of, on the world 599
  Enjoy the air they breathe 600
  How many a 601
  I never cast a, away 602
  Pledges of fruit 603
Fool Advice to, effect of 604
  Everyone is sometimes 605
  How discovered 606
  One needs wit to deal with 607
  One who says he is always right, is 608
  White hairs ill become 609
Fools If all wore white caps, what then? 610
  Tell what they intend to do 611
Force Where it prevails, right dies 612
[xiv]Foresight Be not stingy of seed corn 613
Forest An idyl of 614
Forget Ability to, token of greatness 615
Forgiveness Asked, with repentance 616
  Easier to whom 617
  God-like, etc. 618
  How beautiful, etc. 619
  Lasts while we love 620
  Lines on 621
  Not given, destroys forgiveness 622
  Not of the world 623
  Of part only of wrong, what 624
  Try its effect 625
  Who do, and who do not, forgive 626
Fortune Change of, dangerous 627
  Continued good, not security 628
  Gives too much to 629
  Good sometimes without seeking 630
  Good that comes seldom 631
  Its vicissitude 632
  Hardest gained, longest kept 633
  Knocks once at every door 634
  Let it not elate or depress 635
  Manners sometimes make 636
  May change in a day 637
  Often harmful to virtue 638
  Smiles on those who labor 639
  Whil'st favor'd, friends, you smiled 640
Free-thinker One rebuked 641
Freedom Once gained, hard to 642
  Weeps, when 643
Friend Attack not, but defend absent 644
  Be mine, teach me to be thine 645
  Flattering, like one's shadow 646
  Hand of an old 647
  How to make a 648
  If you have one, be happy 649
  In misfortune, go quickly to 650
  Leave not, in adversity 651
  Lose not old, to gain new 652
  Lost by disputing with 653
  Lost by lending money to 654
  Love thine 655
  More dishonorable to distrust, etc. 656
  No life complete without 657
  None, who ceases to be for slight causes 658
  Not hidden in adversity 659
  Oblige him to-day 660
  [xv]Old, the best mirror 661
  Shake not off 662
  Stab from, hard to heal 663
  Tells not truth, when 664
  When sure of 665
  Who never good 666
  Who sticks closer than brother 667
  Wink not at his vices 668
  World a wilderness without 669
Friends Absolute, rare 670
  But few on earth 671
  Due to choice 672
  Equals make the best 673
  False, are like our shadows 674
  Few real in the world 675
  Gained by good manners 676
  How lost 677
  How to choose 678
  Let us make the best of our 679
  Like melons, why 680
  Like titled husbands, when 681
  Make new, keep old 682
  My treasures are my 683
  Necessary to life 684
  Old, not to be disdained 685
  Paucity of, on earth 686
  Poor man's assets 687
  Purchase not, by 688
  Recognized and loved in heaven 689
  Separated by a gift kept back 690
  Strange to say, I am the only 691
  There is no living without 692
  True, anticipate wants 693
  Unexpected, spring up 694
  Where many, where few 695
Friendship A severe test of 696
  Contend which shall have most 697
  Cultivate your neighbor's 698
  In love may end 699
  Renewed requires more care 700
  Keep it in constant repair 701
  Killed by suspicion 702
  Make not with knave 703
  Needs not years to prove 704
  Nothing purer than first 705
  Permanency of, depends, etc. 706
  Quickly made, quickly ended 707
  Rare is true love, true, is still 708
  [xvi]Real, like what 709
  Shown by help, not by pity 710
  Soothes affliction's darkest hour 711
  Summer, drops off in adversity 712
  The higher 713
  True, great blessing 714
  True, is like sound health 715
  Who fit for 716
  Who unworthy of 717
  Who worthy of, will, etc. 718
  Whose to value 719
  Worth more than hate 720
Fruit Good, never comes from 721
Fun Nothing like it sometimes 722
Future Groping for the door of 723
  If you would have 724
  The, does not come from 725
  To be met without fear 726
Gain Difficult, better than with ease 727
  Has oft, with treacherous hopes 728
  One must give, to get 729
  Pleasant odor, has 730
  Prefer loss to unjust 731
  When loss 732
Gains No pains, no 733
Generosity Justice and 734
  Justice should precede 735
  Should not exceed ability 736
Gentleman A good test of 737
  Coat, makes not 738
  Good rule to tell one by 739
  Main characteristics of 740
  Real and artificial 741
  Teach man to be a 742
  True, who is 743
Gift Donor should not speak of 744
  Give freely to him that 745
  Make with smile, not frown 746
  To make, delicate art 747
  Unexpected, most welcome 748
Gifts Mental, who in possession of 749
  The best, to man 750
Girl Dying, lines to her lover 751
  Some good advice to 752
Girls How they should be educated 753
Give No one can 754
Gladness Not to all who dance 755
[xvii]Glass The hour, emblem of life 756
God Greatness of 757
  His love for man 758
  Presence of, shown by blade of grass 759
  The Father's love 760
  The more a man denies himself 761
  The love of 762
  Who serves, will come to Him 763
  Will meet one, who comes 764
Gold Key of, opens doors 765
  The golden rule in verse 766
Golf A rival to matrimony, instance of 767
Good All, comes to him who waits and works 768
  Doing, man responsible for 769
  Doing, is the only 770
  Pleasure of doing, wears not out 771
  Received, makes one tender of evil 772
  Seeking others' 773
  What is the difference between 774
  When, comes too late 775
Good-bye Better than farewell, etc. 776
Goodness The sign of 777
Good-night To all and each 778
Gospel The cross is the guarantee 779
Gossip Reasons for avoiding 780
  See Leviticus XIX, 16 781
  Tale-bearers, equal tale-makers 782
Gossips The funnels of conversation 783
  When they ought to endure misery 784
Governors If families have no sons devoted to 785
Governs He best who 786
Grace One, by Burns 787
  Saying at meals, instance of 788
Gratitude Expect not, from the selfish 789
  Fine expression of 790
  God judges one's, how 791
  How sometimes mistaken 792
  Look above with 793
  Naught so becomes man 794
  What presents make longest 795
  Where found, and not found 796
Great Desertion of the 797
Grief Excessive, not pleasing to God 798
  God sure to help in 799
  More than necessary, before necessary 800
  Shown, excites sympathy 801
  They mourn, who mourn without witnesses 802
  Time will soften 803
  [xviii]When one mourns indeed 804
Grumbling Rebuked, instance of 805
Guilt Cowardly always 806
Guthrie Thomas, an anecdote 807
  Thomas, to his son, 807a
Ha Contrasted with Ah 808
Habit Bred by use 809
  Drink, how to correct 810
  Form good, bad will die 811
  Like a cable 812
  No man free, who is a slave of 813
  Not resisted, becomes necessary 814
  Test of truth with some 815
Habits Evil, change innocence to guilt 816
  Gather strength like the seas 817
  Hard to make, and break 818
  Tastes change, inclinations never 819
  To strip off, flaying alive 820
Hand To stop the, is the way to 821
Hands Eloquence of 822
  The most beautiful 823
Happiness Consists in what? 824
  Consists in contentment 825
  Consists not in 826
  Cottage can hold enough for palace 827
  Earthly of man, when complete 828
  Great in lowly station 829
  Made, by making others happy 830
  Of a happy couple 831
  Reflective, like light 832
  Rejoice in that of others 833
  Unmixed, not found 834
Hate Hurts the hater most of all 835
  It is the nature of the human 836
Haughtiness Freezes those below us 837
  Two may gain by it 838
Health Appreciated, when 839
  Be not too busy to care for 840
  Better than a kingdom 841
  Better to have, than wealth 842
  Necessary to duty and pleasure 843
  Thou chiefest good 844
  The only way for a rich man to be in 845
Heart An innocent 846
  Broken, instance of 847
  Every, has its secret sorrow 848
  Feeling, parting, tale of many a 849
  Great, has no room for wrongs 850
  [xix]Human, God enters 851
  Instance of royal, in poor woman 852
  Is it guided by instinct? 853
  Most bitter trial of 854
  None in which errors are not 855
  Of another, how opened 856
  Of woman, most tender when pious 857
  Overrules the head 858
  Rewarded according to merit 859
  Sad, sometimes does good work 860
  Sad tale of many a human 861
  Small, but world cannot satisfy 862
  The, resembles the ocean 863
  The turnpike road to 864
  The merry, goes all the day 865
Hearts Dissensions between 866
  Men and women led by 867
Heaven Beautiful beyond compare 868
  Let others seek earth's 868a
  Debts to, sometimes disregarded 869
  Delights of 870
  Faith the road to 871
  Not the property of the rich 872
  "That better land," where is it? 873
  Plants even look up to 874
Help Give, even to lame dogs 875
  What should be given 876
History Is little more than 877
Home Best ornament of, the owner 878
  Cling to it, from the Greek 879
  Definitions of 880
  Friends, ornaments of 881
  God's share in 882
  Grandest of all 883
  Home-keeping hearts happiest 884
  Husband, pleasure to 885
  Incomplete without books 886
  Know yours first, then other lands 887
  Man without, is like, etc. 888
  Many a, is nothing but a 889
  More delightful than travel 890
  None without hearts 891
  A man unconnected 892
  None without love 893
  No place like 894
  Of every land the pride 895
  Return to, happy when 896
  Some things which prevent owning one 897
  Sweet to approach, etc. 898
  [xx]Though small, a palace 899
  True nature of 900
  Wanderer's return to 901
  What makes 902
Homeless Beware of those who are 903
  I am as 904
Honesty A reason for giving good measure 905
  To be honest and faithful 906
  Commercial, obligatory 907
  Needs no protestations of 908
  Reward of 909
  When to count our spoons 910
Honor Birthplace is not, etc. 911
  He, the Duke of Devonshire 912
  Injury to 913
  Instance of 914
  Of what to father, what to son 915
  When overpaid 916
Hook or Crook By, derivation of 917
Hope A charming word 918
  Always better, than despair 919
  Disappointment tracks step of 920
  Effect of living on 921
  Finest sort of courage 922
  Loss of, effect of 923
  None, breaks hearts 924
  Oft ends in hope 925
  Setting of, like setting sun 926
  Sometimes a delusion 927
  There is, if we live 928
  Where, in death, John Knox 929
Hospitality May give joy and honor 930
Hours All our sweetest 931
House Changed after absence 932
  Children, light of 933
  Mended, often more costly than new 934
  None like God's out-of-doors 935
  Not to go uninvited 936
Houses Built to live in, etc. 937
Household What is an unhappy one 938
Humanity Goes with religion 939
  Our, were a poor thing, but for the 940
Humble Full the, there is 941
Humility Full head most humble 942
  Root of virtue 943
Hunger Mother of impatience, etc. 944
  Who must 945
Hungry The full stomach cannot 946
  Wait, a hard word to the 947
[xxi]Husband Excellencies of a 948
  Interests of, same as wife's 949
Hymn What one hymn accomplished 950
I The letter, worthy of aversion, when 951
  What am I? Naught, etc. 952
Ideas Like beards, grown men have them 953
Idleness Brings need 954
  Desertion and suicide 955
  Idle man has no time for work 956
  Increases, if indulged 957
  Love, cures 958
  Lose labor, rather than time in 959
  Must thank itself, if barefoot 960
  Waste not my spring in 961
Ignorance For want of asking questions 962
  Often a voluntary misfortune 963
Ills Bear known, rather than risk unknown 964
  Of man, his own seeking 965
Imitation Sign of esteem 966
Immortality Man's longing after 967
Impertinence Who guilty of 968
Importance Self, as of, etc. 969
Imports Should be more than exports 970
Improvement All not susceptible of 971
Inaction It is better to have nothing to do 972
Inclinations Men of all ages, have 973
Income Carry not all on the back 974
  Our, are like our shoes 975
Inconstancy Expressed by Shakespeare 976
Inconsistency Mankind made up of 977
Indecision Lose this day loitering 978
Independence To be loved 979
  If any man can do without 980
Indigestion Financial, sign of 981
Individuals Qualities of 982
Industry Makes the best gown 983
Inevitable The, bear with a smile 984
Infants Smiles of 985
  The first joy it brings 986
Infirmities Blame not one, for 987
Influence Personal, good result of 988
  It is reported that a 989
Ingratitude Common to hate benefactors 990
Inheritance Thine, how to enter on it 991
Injuries Write thine in the dust 992
Injury Creates suspicion 993
  Noblest remedy for 994
  Revenge of, forgiveness 995
  [xxii]Who hurts another, injures himself 996
Ink Power of 997
Innocence Brings gaiety 998
  Foundation of real courage 999
  Narrow, if only according to law 1000
Innocent Better to be deceived, than to accuse the 1001
Insult Easy to take, sign of vulgarity 1002
  Harder to forgive, than injury 1003
Integrity Political, instance of 1004
  Preferred to eloquence 1005
  Shown by conduct, not by words 1006
Intellect One of dull 1007
  God has placed no limits to the exercise of 1008
Intolerance Index of weakness 1009
Irresolution Don't stand upon 1010
Jewels A wife's dearest 1011
  Children are mother's 1012
Joy At birth, and death 1013
  Departed, remembrance of, painful 1014
  I cannot speak, tears so 1015
  If shared, doubles pleasure 1016
Johnson Samuel, on marriage 1017
Joke Risk not one with ill-bred 1018
Judge A conscientious 1019
Judgment At fault, in young and old 1020
  Give benefit of doubt 1021
  Hear gently, judge kindly 1022
  How we shall be judged 1023
  Vicious, if based on evidence of one side 1024
Just Any time proper to say what is 1025
Justice Ever alive 1026
  Habits of, valuable possession 1027
  What its standard 1028
Kindness A, do it now 1029
  Binds society together 1030
  Converts more sinners than zeal 1031
  Delayed, destroys 1032
  Do not remind, of 1033
  How to multiply,—Franklin 1034
  Induced by sickness, and sadness 1035
  Instance of, by Indian chief 1036
  Little acts of, like what 1037
  Never proclaim doing of 1038
  No dearth of 1039
  Not to be repaid like money 1040
  Reward of, instance 1041
  Show, even to insects 1042
  [xxiii]Valuable part of business of life 1043
  Victory of, over injury 1044
  What to forget, what to remember 1045
  Who knows how to return 1046
  Write in marble 1047
Kiss Definition of a 1048
  Not always touches the heart 1049
  Of welcome, pleasant 1050
Kissing Some say that 1051
Knowledge A necessary retreat 1052
  Ask young people for 1053
  Gained by seeking 1054
  Is not gained on a 1055
  Let others light candle of, at yours 1056
  Man of, may be a fool 1057
  No one man has all 1058
  Planted when young 1059
  Practice, necessary to 1060
  Remember very well when at Oxford 1061
Knox John, eulogy on 1062
Labor Beauty and blessedness of 1063
  Finishes what genius begins 1064
  Fruit of, sweetest pleasure 1065
  Man's most lasting friend 1066
  Must have relaxation 1067
  Those most enjoy life who do 1068
Laborer How he works by the day 1069
Lady Young, advice to 1070
Lamplighter Scotch student as 1071
Langsyne Sweet to remember 1072
Language Origin of 1073
Laugh A, first of child 1074
  Good, sunshine in a home 1075
  Instrument of happiness 1076
Laughing Overmuch, have aching heart 1077
Laughter Contrasted with the smile 1078
  Not always proof of ease 1079
Law Avoid, by agreeing 1080
  Case, what to do with it 1081
  Delay of, etc. 1082
  Easy to enter, hard to escape 1083
  Folly of going to 1084
  Gain and loss by 1085
  Lawyer's office, what it is 1086
  Requisites for going to 1087
  Suit in, uncertainty of 1088
  Taught in one lesson 1089
  [xxiv]Who gets spoils of 1090
Lawyer Leaving a margin for 1091
  Lines on 1092
Lawyers How the gowns of, are lined 1093
  Like shears, cut what is between 1094
  Some convert poor advice into good coin 1095
Laziness Begins in cobwebs, ends in chains 1096
Learned May be taught 1097
Learning Chief art of 1098
  Not entailed, gained by study 1099
  One pound of learning requires 1100
  Who swallows quick 1101
Leaves Autumn, lines on 1102
Lee's General, reply 1103
  Opinion of British officer 1104
Legacy Who watches for, like a raven 1105
Leisure Sweet, if earned 1106
Letters Often cause regret 1107
  Sometimes warmly sealed, coldly opened 1108
Liberality What one gives, is forever his own 1109
  The office of, consisteth in 1110
Libraries Wardrobes of literature 1111
Lie Cannot stand, but can fly 1112
  Equivocation is 1113
  One consequence of 1114
  One, must be 1115
Life A journey who may direct in 1116
  A term of, is set 1117
  Better sunny, than to boast of money 1118
  City, produces effeminacy of habit, etc. 1119
  Different ages of 1120
  Direction of 1121
  Divinity shapes it 1122
  Domestic, the husband 1123
  Eternal, only candidates for election 1124
  Every period has its prejudices 1125
  Forethought wins in 1126
  Giants of, what are 1127
  Happy on sunny side of street 1128
  How to live twice 1129
  How to part with 1130
  How short is human 1131
  Human, what is 1132
  "I did," and "I didn't," 1133
  If dark, still the sun is behind the clouds 1134
  Lies within the present 1135
  Live day by day for others 1136
  Look before thy feet, gaze not at stars 1137
  [xxv]Make not sport of it 1138
  Mission in, for everyone 1139
  Only small portion of, enjoyed 1140
  Our little, is rounded with a 1141
  Represented by newspaper 1142
  The acts of this 1143
  Three whose lives are not 1144
  Too short to nurse wrongs in 1145
  Trifles make up sum of 1146
  The happiest 1147
  We find in it, what we put in 1148
  What the sweetest in 1149
  When we learn limits of 1150
Listen Be always ready to 1151
Listener Poor, who is 1152
Litigation Uncertainty of, certain 1153
Little By little, if oft done 1154
Loneliness What most lonely 1155
Looks The three, of men 1156
Lost The things, where we seek it 1157
Love Appreciation necessary to 1158
  At first sight, often regretted 1159
  Childish, sweetly expressed 1160
  Compared with indifference 1161
  Fault mine, if it ceases 1162
  To a man, the disappointment 1163
  Happiness of existence 1164
  How to part with 1165
  I know not, unless it be 1166
  If loved by man, loved by God 1167
  If there's delight in 1168
  Justifies poetic exaggeration 1169
  Letters of those we 1170
  Life without, day without sunshine 1171
  Light of life dies with 1172
  Like a nail, driven out by another 1173
  Like the moon, how 1174
  Loved one, not forgotten 1175
  Maiden in—600 B. C. 1176
  Men easily duped by 1177
  More than his share 1178
  No disguise can conceal 1179
  Nothing sweeter than 1180
  Oft maintained by wealth 1181
  Produces amiability 1182
  Promotes schemes of life 1183
  Secret of obtaining 1184
  Sees no fault till 1185
  [xxvi]Tragedy of fickle 1186
  True, cannot forget 1187
  What a change it makes 1188
  What we love girls and boys for 1189
  When loveliest 1190
  Will die, if not expressed 1191
Luther Martin, and his friends 1192
  Was remarkable for 1193
Luxury Cost of, may help industrious poor 1194
Magnanimous He who is too much afraid of 1195
Maiden Lament of, lines on 1196
Man A compliment to 1197
  A truly great, never 1198
  Advances or recedes 1199
  Amiable, makes many friends 1200
  Angry, condemns himself 1201
  An old, of acute observation, etc. 1202
  A volume, if one knows how to read him 1203
  Best, who is 1204
  Burns, his recognition of 1205
  By X. B. Saintine 1206
  Character goes with him 1207
  Child of his own deeds 1208
  Assumptions of 1209
  Deeds, standard of merit of 1210
  Description of 1211
  Direct not, who will himself choose 1212
  Dissatisfied, most to be pitied 1213
  Drunk, quarrel not with 1214
  Each may learn from other 1215
  End of wicked and righteous 1216
  Exalted, seen from afar 1217
  Failure of, do not destroy respect for 1218
  Firmness is for 1219
  Forgetting good intentions, what? 1220
  Fully appreciated by equal or superior 1221
  Great, a good listener 1222
  Greatest glory, rising when he falls 1223
  Be content with the day as it is 1224
  Honest, believed without oath 1225
  Honest, tied by a thread 1226
  How to make true 1227
  If disliked, speak not of 1228
  Impossible to please every 1229
  Instinctive desire to see distinguished 1230
  It is not what he has, nor 1231
  Knows not the future 1232
  [xxvii]Like horse, esteemed for qualities 1233
  Looks aloft and beholds what 1234
  Married, best club for 1235
  Measures other, at first meeting 1236
  More inhuman than wolves, when 1237
  Must begin as inferior to become superior 1238
  Never speak of a 1239
  None always wise 1240
  Obstinate, held by opinions 1241
  Of high station, many blasts to shake 1242
  Of one idea, not to be reasoned with 1243
  Old, life like what 1244
  Perfected by trials 1245
  Pleasant, described 1246
  Poor, for want of, or from too many friends 1247
  Poor, unnoticed 1248
  Produced by nature, not by art 1249
  Real, finds not excuses for self 1250
  Should not be alone 1251
  Silent, sometimes deep and dangerous 1252
  Social creature 1253
  Strive not too anxiously 1254
  Swollen by prosperity, shrunk by adversity 1255
  The difference between 1256
  The unpunctual 1257
  Though surly, may be honest 1258
  True, never frets about place in the world 1259
  He had nothing and was 1260
  Weak, easily moulded 1261
  Well bred, acknowledges a fault 1262
  Well bred, always sociable 1263
  What did he leave at death 1264
  When act of equals, angel's 1265
  When he may be known truly 1266
  When to make a world for himself 1267
  Who deserves name of 1268
  Who excels, sought after 1269
  Who masters the world 1270
  Who thinks, governs, etc. 1271
  Wise, shapes himself to environments 1272
  Working, hunger enters not his house 1273
Manners Coldness of, freezes 1274
  Contrasted with character 1275
  Mirror man's image 1276
  People with good, quiet, etc. 1277
  Shadows of virtue 1278
  Vulgar people cannot be still 1279
  Want of, in society, unpardonable 1280
Mansion Be not inferior to thine 1281
[xxviii]Marriage A bloom or a blight 1282
  A maiden's trust in 1283
  Advice on, by Themistocles 1284
  Be careful before 1285
  Bond should be broken only by death 1286
  Can two live as cheaply as one? 1287
  Choice in—Samuel Johnson 1288
  Choose not alone a proper 1289
  Effect on romance and history 1290
  Like public feast 1291
  Like shears, how 1292
  Marry in your own rank 1293
  Newly wedded, rule for 1294
  One seldom weds first love 1295
  Pious elder said to his son 1296
  Reason for many unhappy ones 1297
  Should be state of equality 1298
  The dying moments of a single life 1299
  The treasures of the deep are not so precious 1300
  Two views—beware 1301
  Vow, lines on 1302
  Wed for character, not money 1303
Married A girl should look happy 1304
Marshall Chief Justice, anecdote of 1305
Master Be sometimes blind and deaf 1306
  If your own 1307
  Our, is our 1308
Matrimony Knot tied with tongue, etc. 1309
  Look for a help-mate in 1310
  Sum of happiness when 1311
  Two views of 1312
Maxims From the Persian 1313
Meals The, which are eaten in 1314
Meat How poor, and rich get 1315
Melancholy Johnson said of 1316
Memory All complain, but not of judgment 1317
  Ideas registered by attention 1318
  Prayer on the subject of 1319
  Sweetest, when without regret 1320
Men Better to be taught, than fed 1321
  Great, arise from the people 1322
  How hard to teach some 1323
  Middle class of, show nation's character 1324
  Unlucky 1325
  Study men rather than books 1326
  Wise, care not for what they cannot have 1327
  Young, apt to overrate 1328
  [xxix]Young, the trouble with most 1329
Mercy Anecdote of Queen Victoria 1330
  Door of, when open 1331
  Lean to, if in doubt 1332
  Man, the child of 1333
  Not forgotten, the deeds of 1334
  Reward of him who shows 1335
  Teach your sons to love it 1336
  Weaves the veil of futurity 1337
  We pray for, let us render 1338
Merit Not always rewarded 1339
  Success of 1340
Merry All not who dance lightly 1341
Metaphysics Peculiar definition of 1342
Method Teaches to win time 1343
Methodists Noteworthy characteristic of 1344
Might If right, right not upright 1345
Mind A weak one, how effected 1346
  A well-governed, learns in time 1347
  Do not overtask 1348
  Effect on, of small matters 1349
  If uncertain, impulse directs 1350
  It cannot be too deeply 1351
  Narrowness of, is often 1352
  Noble, spurns idle pratings 1353
  Some know their minds and yet not their hearts 1354
  Steadiness of, a blessing 1355
  The, a man's kingdom 1356
  The face is the 1357
  True woman admires more than wealth 1358
  Untraveled—what is 1359
  Youthful, like wax 1360
Minds Small, hurt by small things 1361
  Noblest are easiest 1362
Ministers Of God, chief duty of 1363
Mirth Ounce of, worth more, etc. 1364
Mischief Man no match for woman in 1365
  Most just is it that he who 1366
Miser Constantine's lesson to 1367
  Grows rich, by seeming poor 1368
  Pays too much for his gold 1369
Misery No thoroughly occupied man has 1370
Misfortune Do not bear, till it comes 1371
  Repine not at 1372
Mistake Anyone may make, fools stick to 1373
  Avoid, rather than correct 1374
  Quarrel not with slight 1375
  [xxx]There are few, very few that 1376
Mistakes Teach impressive lessons 1377
  Young heads are giddy 1378
Model Copy not self 1379
Moderation Lines on,—Cowper 1380
Modulation Tis not enough the voice be 1381
Money Abundance of, ruins 1382
  A curse, if not earned 1383
  Complain of, want of 1384
  It cannot change blood 1385
  Lender of, his moods and tenses 1386
  Love of, root of much devotion 1387
  Man's master, or slave, is 1388
  Many heart-aches, behind plenty of 1389
  Not found in purses of others 1390
  No time to waste, in making 1391
  Obtained by work 1392
  Power of 1393
  Silences the world 1394
Moon Lines on,—Croly 1395
  Lines on,—Longfellow 1396
Morning Brings cool reflection 1397
  The, hour has 1398
Mother A royal, obedience of her children 1399
  Child and, Danish proverb 1400
  Daring of a 1401
  Funeral of a 1402
  Hallow her memory 1403
  Heart of, child's school-room 1404
  Heart, reached through child 1405
  Helpful comforter 1406
  Her history is written in her child 1407