The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-08-23
FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

venient.
Rocks alone can never teach the use
of books.
| Choleric mon sin in haste and repent
at leisure.
Better to slip with the foot than tho
tongue.
| Bear, and blame not what you cannot
change.
Kind words are bald-headed. They
can never dye.
| Converse not upon subjects which lead
to impure ideas.
Consent to common custom, but not
to common folly.
Contend not with thy friend lest thou
make him al enemy
Consccrate to God the first fruits of
your daily thoughts.
Tho best way to circulate story is to
| try to keep it secret.
Quarrels would bo short-lived if the
wrong were only OH one side.
If you would not have aflliction visit
you twice, listen Mt once to that it
teaches.
Agriculture has not only given richie.
to nation, but the only riches she can
call her own.
A noble part of every true life is to
learn how to undo what has been
wrongly done.
The moment man begins to rise
| above his fellows, lie becomes q mark
for their missiles.
We don't throw bomb-shells at our
rulers to destroy them. Wo let Office
seekers torture them to death.
There is q whole sermon in the Per-
sian snying, "In all thy quairels leave
the door open for reconciliation.
Under tho now management of tho
navy department no officer will be on
titled to promotion until he has had four
wives.
Good temper is like n sunny day; it
sheds n brightness over every thing; it
Is the swcctcner Of toll and the soother
Of disquietude
Tho worthiest men aro most injured
by SANDERS rs we usually find that to
be tho best fruit which the birds have
been picking at
Bad temper is it's own scourge. Fow
things are bitterer than to feel bitter.
A mans venom poisons himself more
than his victim.
cause he is rich, is Just rs absurd as to
call man healthy merely because he
has enough to eat.
a sad truth, half of our forebodings
about our neighbors are but our own
wishes, which we nre ashamed to utter
in any other form.
Stories first heard Mt {. mothers knee
nro never wholly forgotten, little
spring that mover dries up Oh your Jour
ney through scorching years.
The business of life is to 20 forward
he who sees evil III prospect meets it on
the way; but he who catches it by re-
trospection, turns back to find it.
Mans value is in proportion to what
he has coufageously suffered, as the
value Of the steel Blade is in proportion
to the tempering it has undergone.
Let lib be what we are, and speak
what we think, and in nil things what
soevcr, koop ourselves loyal to truth and
tho sacred professions. of friendship.
Sincerity is like travelling in q plain
beaten road, which commonly brings a
man sooner to. his journeys end than
byways, in which mon often lose them
Selves
Affcctation in any part Of our carriage
is lighting up candle to our defects,
and never fails to make us to be taken
notice of, either as waiting sense or
wanting sincerity.
Let us not forget that every station
III life is necessary that each deserves
our respect; that not the station itself,
but the worthy fultilment of it's duties
does honor to man.
1t is remarkable how little is needed
in order to act. The power comes of
itself will and memory are all that is
necessary but just for this reason SO
few know how to act.
All useless misery is certainly folly,
md he that feels evils before they come
may be deservcdly censured, yet surely
to dread the future is more reasonable
than to lament the past
an persuaded that many persons say
more about thoir sins being too great to
be pardoncd than they either believe or
feel, from supposition that it is token
of humility to talk thus.
Whether perfect, happiness would he
secured by perfect goodness, this world
will never afford an opportunity of de-
Gliding, but this, Mt least, may be main
tanned, that we do not always find visible
virtue.
Voltaire had perfect horror Of in
'isitive persons. He said to one Of
persons-"Sir, I am delighted to
Il, but give you fair warning--I
t. nothing-ab about what you are going
to nsk me. y
1t is not ease, but effort, not smooth
ness, but difficulty, that makes mon.
There is no station in life in which diff
culties have not to be encountered and
overcome before any decided measure of
success can DO achieved.
Love never tires and the moro we
love the moro we have Of solid sntisfac-
ton. Every now soul we come in con-
tact with and learn to esteem, fills us
with now life. Those who love others
are themselves full of sunshine
There is scarcely single joy or sor-
row within tho experience of our fellow
creatures which we have not tasted, yet