Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1868-07-16
Selections.
Poverty is the sixth sense.

Poverty is the sixth sense.
Would you be strong, conquer your
self
The sun dial counts only the bright
hours.
Little and often makes heap in
time.
--Piety, prudence, wit and civility are
the elements of true nobility.
When God means to punish nation
he deprives the rulers of wisdom.
Time marks the title page of our
lives, death the fms, and the grave be-
comes the binding.
Glory is well enough for rich man,
but is of very little consequence 70 poor
man with a large family.
A beautiful sentiment: "Over all
movements of life religion scatters her ia
vors, but reserves the choicest, her divine
blessings, for the last hour"
A character which combines the love
of enjoyment with the love of duty, and
the ability to perform it, is the one whose
unfoldings give the greatest promise OF
perfection.
Law has been called bottomless pit
not 80 much because of its depth, as that
its windings are 80 obscure nobody can
see the end.
Taking them one with another,
said Sidney Smith, Il believe my congre-
cation to be the most exemplary OBJ
servers of the religious ordinances for
the poor keep all the fasts and the rich all
the feasts.'
Small minds easily find objects trifes
amuse them; but high sonl covers
things beyond its daily reach; trihes oc.
cupy its aim mechanically; the thought
still wanders restless.-Bulner.
Goodness of heart is mans best trea-
sure, his brightest honor, and wisest ac-
QUESTION. 1t is a ray of divinity that
dignifies humanity, attracts admiration,
and assimilates him TO his Creator, but
like pure gold, is liable to be counter.
feited,
When ! see leaves drop from theil
trees in the beginning of autumn, Just
such, think !, is the friendship of the
world. While the sap Of maintenance
lasts, my friends swarm in abundance
| but, in the winter of my need, they leave
me naked. He is happy man that hath
true friend at his need, but he is more
truly happy that hath no need of his
| friends.
| The shadows of the mind are like
| those of the body. In the morning o.
life they all lie behind us; at noon W,
trample them under foot, and in the eve
ming they stretch long, broad aud deepen
ing before US Are not, then, the sorrow,
Of childhood as dark as those of ages Are
not the morning shadows Of life as deer
and broad us those Of its evening" Yes
but morning shadows soon fade away
while those Of evening reach forward int,
night LonUtlloao's Hyperion"
| Look at the career Of man as h,
passes through the world; at man Wis
tied by misfortune! How often is he lef
by his fellow men to sink under tn,
weight of his Affections, UNDECIDED ant
alone! One friend of his own sex forget
him, another abandons him, third, per
haps, betrays him, but woman, faithful
woman, follows him in his affiiction
with mistaken affection; braves tn
changes of feeling, of his temper, embit
tered by the disappointments of the world
with the highest of all virtue in resigne'
patience ministers to his wants, evei
when her own are hard and pressing sh
weeps with him, tear for tear, in his dis
tresses, and is the first to catch and refec
: ray of joy, should but one light up hi
5 countenance in the midst of his sufferings
9 and she never leaves him in his miser,
while there remains one act of love, duty
or compassion to be performed. And a
: last, when life and sorrow come to an end
she follows him to the tomb with an ar
dor of affection which death itself canno
destroy.