The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-07-18
SPARKLING THOUGHTS.
ICompiled by the Workers Gaz.tte.l


 Who does not believe his first passion eternal?
 Be not too curious about the mouth ot gift horse.
 If a poesess may not bemoan her lot, o what earthly use IS her Tyre
 suppose . mans vanity is stronger than any other passion ID him. If we can'tinherita good name, at least we Can do our best to leave one
 An, to be sure, it is not youth alone that has need to learn humility
 All accents are pretty from pretty lips and who shall set the standard up!
 An. DO man kno~s his strength or his weakness, till occasion proves them.
 A prosperous man ought to have fol- lowers if he has none, De has a hard heart
 We are young but once When we re. member that tune of youth, we are still young.
 Who is there so good in mind, body or estate. but betterlng won t sul be good for him?
 Art IS truth l; and truth IS religion and its tu3y and practice a daily work of pious duty.
 Most of us play with edged tools at some period of our lives, and cut ourselves accordingly.
 This only we will say that a good woman IS the loveliest flower that blooms under heaven
 Anoint mine eyes, good fairy Puck, so that may ever consider the beloved ob. ject paragon
 Have you never had a dispute and found out th at yeu were wrong! 50 much he worse for you.
 Oh, blessed they on whose pillow no remorse sits. Happy you who have es- capped temptation
 There's some particular priz. we all of us value, and that every man of spirit will venture his life for.
 No male or female remembers his or her hrst inclina ion any more than his or Aer own christening.
 The sun shines for everybody, the flowers smell sweet f,r all noses and the nig htingale warbles for all ears.
 It IS surprising how young some peo- ple's hearts remain when their heads nave need of front or little hair-dye.
 Did you ever know a right-minded woman pardon another for being ha d. somer and more love-worthy than herself ?
 The drunkard says the pickled salmon gave him the headache; the man who hates us gives a re ason, but not the reason.
 What more common or natural than to hate another for being what you are not? :? The story is as old as frogs, bulls and men.
 A kindness or a slight puts a man under one flag or the other and he marches with to the end of the cam paign.
 How long had our race existed before murder and violence began? and how ola was the world before srother slew brother?
 When fate wills th at something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and pre- pare the way.
 Suppose the course of true love always did run smooth, and everyb body married his or her first love. An what would marriage be3
 O brother wearers of motley! Are there not moments when one grows sick of grinniug and trembling, and the jins- ling of caps and belis9
 Our names, when we "go down into silence" are echoing on this side of the grave yet for little while, and human vcices are still talking about us.
 You see there come moments of sor- row afer the most brilliant victories and you conquer and rout the enemy utterly, and then regret that you fought.
 Self-denial came easily to him his or dinary companions were pure and sweet thoughts ;-his outdoor enjoyment the contemplation of natural beauty.
 have seen no men Tn life loving their professions so much as painters. except, Derh aps, actors, who, when not engaged themselves, always go to the play.
 Don't you kno~, SIT, that a man of gen. jus is pleased to have his genius recog- nized that beauty likes to be admired that an actor likes to be applauded?
 o, night, what tears you hide-what prayers you aearl And so the nights pass dnu tuc uayS SuSCCc l, uukii tudk one comes when tears and parting shall be no more.
 Poverty seems as if it were disposed, before il takes possession of a man entire ly, to attack his extremities first; the cov- erings of his head, feet and hands, are its first prey.
 This world is so wide, and the tastes of m ankind happily so various, that there IS always a char ce for every man, and he may win the prize by his genius or by hls good fortune
 Let us people who are so uncommorly c.src- and l-aeed. have great tender ness and pity tor the poor folks sho are not endo ~ed with the prodig,ous talents which we have.
 Conscience will sometimes let gentle m an doxe hut zfxer diSroverv aS roxnA