The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1862-09-24
EETTLE-OR-EGTHENGS.

believe me E.; 1t qualls before the resolute.
Modesty is well-neyertheless, genius
always knows itself.
Most men, now-a- days, understand by
faith, firm reliance on their own opin-
ions.
Hush when one sinner is saved, who
are glad? Some of US know woman or
two pure as angels-know and are thank.
full.
People may like and respect each other
extremely, yet not sat; even as tWs
good tunes are not always capable of be-
ing harmonized.
The same feeling which prompts the
child to reach up his hand to the waxen
images of the pedler, goes with US into
higher walks of art.
1t is the iron rule in our day to require
an object and purpose in life No life
now wanders like an unfettered stream
there is a mill-wheel for the tiniest rivu-
let TO turn.
The dove, recollect, did not return to
Noah with the olive branch till the second
time of her going forth why, then,
should yoa despcnd at the failure of a 6rst
attempt.
Pure gold is much too flexible; it must
be alIoyed and debascd before it is stiff
enough for currency. So truth or homes
ty is susceptible of az astonis hing amount
Of alloy before it 10 stiff enough for trade.
Time is an old novelist who takes pleas.
ure in printing his tales on our counte-
naLces. He writes the first chapters
with swans down, and graves the last
with a steel pen.
It is hard to believe that in the heart
of an acorn is encased the germ Of d ship
which shall battle the storms of fifty
years but no harder than to believe that
in oil men lodges the germ of an angel.
1t is vain thing for you to stick your
finger In the water, and, pulling it out,
look for hole it is equally vain to sup.
pose that, however large a space you uc-
cupy, the world will miss you when you
die.
Laughter, sleep, and hope are the three
bounties with which kind Mother Ma.
ture compensates US fo- the troubles of
life which few, perhaps, would accept if
they were asked beforehand.
Aud the doctor observed of the "Apol.
10 Belvidere," that grandest of all shapes,
undeniably, that it reminded him of
boy who had slung a pebble at bird
and hit him! the embodiment of the
word "Success!" !"
Give us this day our daily bread. "It
is thought to ne awful and beautiful,
that Of the daily prayer, and of the myr-
lads of fellow utterng it, in care and
in sickness, in doubt aad in poverty, in
health and i'll wealth"
In poetic natures, troubles press to a
rapid conclusion, and before reason tri-
umphs, the wish to fly from sorrow, to
the ideal uind, is almost irresistible.
am sorry ID say it, but believe there is
frequent tendency to self-immolatlon, in
such beings, that they fight with all their
days.
How near akin laughter Is to tears
was shown when RubeEs, with single
streke of his brush, turned laughing
child in a painting to one crying; aud
our mothers, without being great pain.
ters, lave often brought US, in like man
ner, from JOY to grief by a single stroke.
How in this world everybody puffs his
indignant morality at everybody else 1t
only takes turn Of the weathercock to
bring about the millennium. Only let
these gusts of virtue, that every mau
blows upon his neighbor, be turned upon
himself, and the thipg is done. It's ea-
sior than SHINING ....
An exhausted horse can be managed
by child. Caesar, YOU know. cried
Give me some drink, Titania," likc d
sick girl, when i'll in Spain. So Shakes
peare says and nations have their times
to be sick, and accept any leader that
presents himself, l have long ceased to
merge merit in success.
1t is always folly to try to walk through
this world by sight only. If we would
not be confounded nor put to sharse. il
we would look the future in the face
without dismav, we must learn to keep
step to the music Of Providenc ard say
in our hearts, "Allelua! for
the Lord God omnipotent reigneth."
If Washington had not been a man Of
personal worth, would he
ever have been so enshrlned in our grats-