Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1888-09-13
CHOICE EXCERPTS.

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CHOICE EXCERPTS.
THE fool is willing to pay for anythin.
! but wisdom. No man buys that of Whicl
he suppOses himself to have an abund
ance already.
NONE are too wise to be mistaken, bu
few are so wisely just as to acknowledge
and correct their mistakes, and especial.
ly the mistakes of prejudice.
HE only is advancing in life whose
heart is getting softer, whose blood
warmer, whose brain quicker, whose
spirit is entering into living peace.
THE devil tempts men through their
ambition, their cupidity, or their appe-
tite, until he comes to the profane swear
er, whom he catches without any reward
THE foolish and wicked practice of
profane swearing and cursing is vice
so mean and low that every person of
sense and character detests and deSpis-
es it.
To GO beyond the bounds of modera-
ton is to outrage humanity. The great
ness of the human soul is shown by
knowing how to keep within proper
bounds.
BAsHFULNEss is more frequently con-
nected with good sense than we find in
assurance; and impudence, on the other
hand, is often the mere effect of down
right stupidity.
IT is certainly very important lessen
to learn how to enjoy ordinary things,
and to be able to relish your being, with
out the transport of some passion, or
qualification of some appetite.
THERE is law of naturalization of
forces, which hinders bodies from sink
ing beyond certain depth in the sea;
but in the ocean of baSeness, the deeper
we get, the easier the sinking
WISDOM does not show itself so much
in precept as in life-in frmneSS of mind
and mastery of appetite. 1t teaches
us to do, as well as talk; and to make
our words and actions all of color.
PEEvIsHNEss may be considered the
canker of life that destroys its vigor and
checks its improvement, that creeps in
with hourly depredations, and taints
and vitiates what it cannot consume.
GAYETY and light heart, in all vir-
tue and decorum, are the best medicine
for the young, or rather for all. Solitude
and melancholy are poison. They are
deadly to all, but, above all, to the young.
IT may be remarked, for the comfort
of honest poverty, that avarice reigns
most in those who have but few good
qualities to recommend them. This is
weed that will only grow in barren
soil.
THERE are two considerations which
always embitter the heart of an avari-
cious man; the one is perpetual thirst
after more riches, the other is the pros
pect of leaving what he has already ac-
quired.
IN reality there is perhaps not one of
our natural passions so hard to subdue
as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it
as much as one pleases, it is still alive,
and will every now and then peep out
and show itself.
WE smile at the ignorance of the saw
age who cuts down the tree in order to
reach the fruit; but the fact is that a
blunder of this description is made byaev-
cry person who is over eager and impa-
tient in the pursuit of pleasure.
THERE is not man in the world but
desires to be, or to be thought to be,
wise man; and yet, if he considered how
little he contributes himself thereunto,
he might wonder to find himself in any
tolerable degree of understanding.
SOMBER thoughts and fancies often
require little real soil or substance to
flourish in; they are the dark pine trees
which take root in and frown over the
riffs of the scathed and petrified heart,
chiefly nourished by the rain of unavail-
ing tears and the vapors of fancy.
EVERY real master of speaking or
writing uses his personality as he would
any other serviceble material; the very
moment speaker or writer begins to
use it, not for his main purpose, but for
vanity's sake, as all weak people are sure
to do, hearers and readers feel the differ
ence in a moment.
A MORAL character is attached to au-
tumnal scenes; the leaves falling like
our years, the flowers fading like our
hours, the clouds fleeting like our ilIu-
sions, the light diminishing like our in
telligence, the sun growing colder like
our affections, the rivers becoming fro
zen like our lives-all bear secret rela-
tions to our destinies.
Mrs. HARRIET MYERS was probably