The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1881-03-30
GEMS OF THOUGHT,

The Dr0veSt are the tendereSt
EVERY life contains o secret misery.
A SMILE is the bay window of the hui
man heart.
IF man only loves loveliness, he does
not love Mt all.
TnE good are better made by Ill,
As udors crushed are sweetcr still.
Tr is much easier to be wise for others
than for ourselves.
WHAT do We live forif it is mot to make
life less difficult to each other ?
ulouGu yoccps', every gentle deed
HI. tongue to ,lOQuently plead
Ir is II 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,
lr is n great art to keep yourself con-
tented and happy, and itreqnircs great
heart to make others 50.
4 PROMISE is a Just debt, which you
must take care to pay, for honor and
honesty are the best security,
Gr is always better to keep ont Of
cably after you have gotten into one.
GET but the truth once uttered, and tis like
\ star, nrw-bom that drops into Its place,
| Aud which once cirCling in It's placid round,
Not all the tumult Of the earth can shake
10 rejoice in anothcr's prosperity is TO
give content to your own lot; to mitigate
anothcrs grief is to alliyiate 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 nun ought to complain if the
world measures him as he measures
! others. 70 measure one with his own
yardstick may be hard, but it is also
| fair.
"TmlNKErH 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, 50 are we to
this moral mobility Of soul.
IT. you want truth to go round the
world You must hire an express train to
pull il: but if yOu want Il lie to go round
the world it will fly; it is light as a
feather, and breath will carry it.
TIM tmlcst help which one can render
to q man, who has any of the inevitable
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his burden Of; but to call out his best
strength that he may be able to bear
it.
NormSG bnt real love, says Bulwer
fytton-'' 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
! narrowncss that keeps some from parting
with what they have learned to love is
pitiable aud small, and serve as clogs to
| their feet,
EVERY day we pass through all TIE
| changes OF human experience we are
children in the morning, with their fresh
youngboles 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 upmghtness 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.
ness are. -B,yank.