The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1881-02-24
GEMS OF THOUGHT.

EVERY life contains secret misery.
A SMILE is the bay window of the hu-
man heart.
Ii man only loves loveGness, he does
not love at all.
The good are better made by i'll,
As odors crushed are sweeter still.
IT is much easier to be wise for others
than for ourselves.
WHAT do we live for if it is not to make
life less difficult to each other ?
THOUGH voiceiess, every gentle deed
Has tongue to eloquently plesd.
IT is a great misfortune not to have
enough judgment to keep silent
SWEET is the breath of praise when CIV
en- by those whose own high merit claims
the praise they give.
IT is great art to keep yourself con-
tented and happy, and it requires great
heart to make others so.
A PROMISE is a just debt, which you
must take care to pay, for honor and
honesty are the best security.
IT is always better to keep out of a
quarrel than to make it up ever SO ami
cably after you have gotten into one.
GET but the truth once uttered, and tits like
A star, newborn. that drops into Its place,
| And which once circling in its placid round,
| Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
To rejoice in anothers prosperity is to
| give content to your own lot; to mitigate
another's grief is to alliviate or dispel
your own.
OsTENTAI1oN and much learning are
seldom met together. The sun rising
and declining makes long shadows; at
midday, when it is highest, none at all.
WHEN you do not need help from any
one then any one will help you; and
when you do need help the world is
somehow always looking the other
way.
No man ought to complain if the
| world measures him as he measures
others. To measure one with his own
yardstick may be hard, but it is also
fair.
"THNKETH no evil" How very, very
far short are we of that standard. AS the
pigmy dwarf shrub of the lowlands is to
the majestic mountain pine, so are we to
this moral nobility of soul
If you want truth to go round the
world you must hire an express train to
pull it; but if you want a lie to go round
the world it will fly; it is light as a
feather, and breath will carry it.
The truest help which one can render
to man, who has any of the inevitable
burdens of life to carry, is not to take
his burden off; but to call out his best
strength that he may be able to bear
it.
| "NoTHINa but real love-" says Bulwel
Lytton-''n nothing but real love can re-
pay us for the loss of freedom, the cares
and fears of poverty, the cold pity
of the world that we both despise anG
respect.
We must let the old dry husks o.
thought blow away every day, for we
must ever change, and the wretched
narrowness that keeps some from parting
with what they have learned to love i
pitiable and small. and serve as clogs tc
their feet
EVERY day we pass through all the
changes of human experience. We ART
children in the morning, with their fresl
,, young bodies andfeeGngs; we are middle
aged at noon, having seen an end of al
! perfection; we are old and weary anG
} wornout at night
WE can never have much confidence
, in the uprightness of others until We
have discovered some degree of upright
ness in ourselves. We are apt to suspec
everybody if we ourselves ought to b.
: suspected, and just as apt to trust Others
, only when we ourselves can b.
> trusted.
The only way to shine, even in thi
false world, is to be modest and unassum
ing. Falsehood may be thick crust
. but, in the course of time, truth will fin,
, place to break through. Elegance O
language may not be in the power of u
! all; but simplicity and straightforward
a ness are.-BTydnt.