The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-06-21
Jewels of Thought and Devotion.


The hottest of all HOLIDAYS
Are those kept by ourselves
In silence and apart
~ Inc secret anniversaries of the heart.
hen the full river OF feeling oyertlowS
Those happy days unclouded to their close
Those sudden joys that out Of darkness start
A. flowers from ashes swift desires to 'art,
Like singing swallows down each wind that blows
White aS the CLEAN of Il rcceding sail
W mite as a cloud that floats and fits in AIR.
W inie is the whtest lily on stream.
These tender memories are
ialry tale of some enchanted land
We know not where, but beautiful
As a dream within dream
Henry Longtcllow
wee Is but a nurse OF agones
Childhood is the sleep of reason.
GOOD conscience is a continual Christmas.
Ira modesty is very nearly allied to extreme
vanity
From the lowest step there is path to the lotti-
cSt height.
The line OF life is ragged diagonal between duty
and desire
Most men are afraid of bad name. but few fear
Their conscienccs.
anr the friendship of him who stands BY You
ia a storm: SwarlnS of insects will surround You
ln the sunshine.
Death opens the gate of fame, and shuts the gate
vi envy after it; il unlooses the chain of the cap
ave and puts the bondSman's task into another
lnAn's hands. [Sterne.
Few things are more agreeable to selflovc than
revenge and yet no cause clfecualv Restraints
r from revenge as sclt-love. And this paradox
naturally suggests another: that the strength of
The community Is not untrcquentlv built upon the
weaknesses of those individuals who compose it
iColtou.
When | believe in truth as believe in nature
J shall MOI be anxious about hercsieS and heretcs
ami not be afraid that sccptics deiss shall over
throw rel zion. dp not run to the window in the
morning 10 Sc" whether anybody has carried of
TIE mountain opposite, or run away with the river
III. +. Clarke.
II Is our own heart that needs to be warmed
Their" Is too much love of self there too little
iA"ughtfulneSs and love for others. 1t is lust
here that we need To warm and heat ourselves
with thinking OF the lie of Christ. to remember
THAI ms first and greatest law was ITO love ones
ArlShbor as ones self. l.. p. Hale.
'ie"rge Macdonald has well said that to ,.endow
one human being who works as God works is bet
Ter than to endow ii hundred societies, with their
formal machinery" The best paving investment
10 this world is the culture. broad practical and
wise, of finely gifted human being The most
fearful wastes in society is the crushing of much
"t Its best material beneath the wheels of poverty
bring the culture to those who will truly profit by
II. Is Il benefit to our common humanity
Richard Cecil was not far wrong when he said
that the most common of all human complaints
l. parents grooming under the vices of their chill
dr"n wees, too which have grown up under the
very eyes of these parents but which they lacked
hrmncSS 10 reprcss III time. Good laws said
Baxter, will not reform u.s. if reformation begin
not at home. This is the cause of all our misdeeds
IN Church and State, even the want of I. holy edu
cation OF children. NO greater harm is done to
thrIstendom. writes Luther than by the neglect
OF children"
\ heart that is full of goodness. that loves and
ptleS. that yearns to invest the richest OF its mer
cy IN the souls of those that need it-how sweet Il
tongue hath such a heart flute sounded in a
wood, in the stiffness of evening and rising ND
among leaves that are not stirred by the moonlight
above or by those murlnurng sounds beneath Il
clock, that signs at half hours and at the full
hours beats It's silver bell so gently, that We know
not whence the sound comes unless it falls
through the air from heaven with sounds as
sweet rs dew drops make, i'll heaven falling upon
flowers; IA bird whom perfumes have intoxicated
sleeping III blossomed tree, so that it speaks in
lis sleep with note so soft that sound and sleep
strive together, and neither conquer but the sound
rocks itself upon the bosom of sleep, each charm
ing the other; brook that brings down the greet
ing OF the mountains to the meadows, and sings ia
serenade all the way to the faces that watch them
selves in its brightness. these, and hundred like
hgnreS, the imagination brings to lken thereunto
the charms OF IL tongue which love plays upon.
Even its silence is beautiful Under green tree
We see the stream so clear that nothing is hidden
10 us bottom. We cast III round white pebbles
To hear them splash and to see the crystal eyed
hSh run H. and sail out again. So there are some
whose speaking is like the fall of Jasper stones
upon the silent river and whose stiffness follows
speech, as silent fish that move like dreams be
meath the untroubed water! Beecher