The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-06-28
Jewels of Thought and Devotion.

Better to smell the violet cool, than sip the glow
ing wine
Better 10 bark hidden brook than watch dia
mond shine.
Better the love of gentle heart than beautv's ia
proud:
Better the roses living seed than roses IN a crowd
Better be fed by mothers hand than eat alone
Better To trust in God than say. .Aly goods NV
storehouse fill"
Better to walk the realm unseen. than watch the
hours event:
Better the well done" than the air with shout
ing rent
Better death when work is done than earth's
most favored BIRTH
Better a child III Gods great house than the king
Of all the earth.
Nanght may indure but mutabiitv
Character is perfectly educated will.
Goodness is beauty in its best estate
Friendship is infinitely better than kindness
As your enemies and you friends so are YOU.
our goodness must have some edge to it. else
1t Is none.
1t is much better to have your gold in the hand
than III the heart.
How did the atheist get his idea of that God
whom he denies
Love is flame which burns in heaven and
whose soft reflections radiate on us.
The certain way to be cheated is to fancy one 5
self more cunning than others
The parent who sends his son into the world I'M
educated, detrauds the community of Il useful cit
zen, and bequeaths a nuisance.
The which +bo l
never benches. the thought which never wanders
these are the masters of victory.
What is this life but the circulation of little
mean actions! We lie down and rise again dress
and redress, feed and grow hungry work or play
and are weary and then we lie down again and
the circuit returns.
A minute anal ysis of life at once DESTROYS the
splendor which dazzles the imagination. What
soever grandeur can display or luxury enjoy is
procured by offices from which the mind shrinks
from the contemplation. All the decaces of the
table may be traced back to the SHAMELESS and the
dunghll; all the magniticence of building was
hewn from the quarry, and all pomp ornament
dug from among the damps and darkness of the
mine johnson.
In this retulgcnt summer it has been luxury
to draw the breath of life. The grass grows, the
buds burst the meadow is spotted with fire and
gold in the tint Of flowers. The air is full of birds
and sweet with the breath of the pine the balm
of-Gilead and the new hay Night brings no
gloom to the heart with its welcome shade
Through the transparent darkness the stars pour
their almost spiritual rays Man under them
seems a young child, and his huge globe a TOW
The cool night bathes the world as with river
ana prepares his eyes again for the crimson dawn
Ihe mystery OF nature never displayed more
happily The corn and the wine have been freely
dealt to all creatures, and the never broken silence
with which the old bounty goes forward has not
yielded yet one word Of explanation One is con
strained to respect the perfection of this world in
which our senses converse. How wide; how rich ;
what invitation from every property it gives to
every faculty of man. In its fruitful soils in its
navigable sea; in its mountains of metal and
stone; in its forests of all woods; in its animals
in its chemical ingredients; in the powers and
path of light, heat, attraction and life it is well
worth the pith and heart of great men to subdue
and enjoy it. The planters, the mechanics, the
inventors, the astronomers, the builders of cities,
and the captains, history delights to honor
But when the mind opens, and reveals the laws
which traverse the universe, and make things
what they are then shrinks the great world at
once INTO mere illustration and fable of this
mind. What am l and What is : asks the hui
man spirit with q curiosity new kindled, but
never to be qucnched. Emerson