The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-02-25
GEMS OF THOUGHT.
De bravest are the tenderest.

TIE bravest are the tenderest.
EVERY life contains secret misery.
A SMILE is the bay window of the hui
man heart
Ii man only loves loneliness, he does
not love at all.
THE good are better made by i'll.
As edors crushed are sweeter still.
In 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 voiceless, every gentle deed
Has tongue to eloquentiy plead
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.
1t is great art to keep yourself con-
tented and happy, and itrequires a great
heart to make others so.
A PROMISE is a just debt, which Won
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 it's like
star, newborn, that drops into its place,
And which once circllng in its placid round,
Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
To rejoice in another's prosperity is to
| give content to your own lot; to mitigate
another's grief is to ALLEVIATE or dispel
! your own.
OBSERVATION 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.
"TH1NKETH 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 lie to go round
the world it will fly; it is light as q
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.
NOTHING but real love, says Bulwel
Lytton-' 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 and
respect
We must let the old dry husks Of
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 Is
pitiable and small and serve as clogs to
their feet
EVERY day we pass through all the
changes of human experience. We are
children in the morning, with their fresh
youngb bodies andfeelings; we are middle
aged at noon, having seen an end of all
| perfection; we are old and weary and
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 suspect
everybody if we ourselves ought to be
suspected, and just as apt to trust others
only when we ourselves can be
trusted.
The only way to shine, even in this
false world, is to be modest and unassum-
ing. Falsehood may be a thick crust;
but, in the course of time, truth will find
a place to break through. Elegance OF
language may not be in the power of us
all; but simplicity and straightforward