Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1890-07-24

thinking of being genteel.
A PERSON who is too nice an observer
of the business of the crowd, like one
who is too curious in observing the labor
of bees, will often get stung for his Gu
riOSity.
IN those who are deemed, and Justly
deemed, the most virtuous, and in whom
there is no tendency to morbid self-de-
probation, there are deep feelings of
penitence.
THE faith that does not throw warmth
as of summer around the SympathieS
and charities of the heart, and drop in
vigorations like showers upon the con-
science and the will, is as false as it is
unsatisfying.
WHAT man in his right senses, that
has wherewithal to live free, would
make himself slave for superf1uities?
What does that man want who has
enough? Or what is he the better for
abundance that can never be satisfied?
EXCESS is not the only thing which
breaks men in their health, and in the
comfortable enjoyment of themselves;
but many are brought into very i'll and
languishing habits of body by mere
sloth; and sloth is in itself both great
sin and the cause of many more.
SELFIsHNEss, by its own law, not only
moves in simple circles, but is short
lived. What men do for themselves is
soon expended, and is soon forgotten.
Only that part of mans life which in
cludes other mems good, and especially
the public good, is likely to be felt long
after he himself is dead.
THOSE who have resources within
themselves, who can dare to live alone,
want friends the least, but, at the same
time, best know how to prize them the
most. But no company is far preferable
to bad, because we are more apt to catch
the vices of others than their virtues, as
disease is far more contagious than
health.
THE tiniest daisy that smiles so sweet
ly at our feet owes its existence to the
patient pushing upward of the small
germ againt all the obstacles of soil
and stones; and were it conscious it
might tell tale of daily difficulty and
danger sturdily met and bravely over
come. So in humanity itself all that is
finest and most beautiful is intertwined
with difficulty.
GOOD manners must have solid
foundation in kindness and self-control.
To be genuine, they must be the fruit of
sincerity and good feeling; and their ex-
ercise must be in conformity with the
working of these qualities in the heart.
No art can successfully counterfeit true
elegance of manners and department.
To be real, they must have roots deep
below the surface in the soul and heart.
EVERY man has natural inclination
to communicate what he knows; and if
he does not do so, it is because his rea-
son and judgment are strong enough to
control this inherent propensity. When
you find friend who can exercise abso-
lutte power over the communicative in
stinct, wear him in your heart. If you
have no such friend, keep your own
counsel.
IT is probable that not little harm is
done in the education of the young by
unduly appealing to the sense of won
der. Wonder is essentially a stupid
emotion; it certainly is the one that stu
pid people are most eager to crafty. In
lieu of wonder. however, we may very
usefully stimulate curiosity; and this
may be done in general way by repre-
senting everything as leading us on, if
properly considered, to views and truths
beyond itself.
LEARN your business thoroughly
Always be in haste, but never in a hur-
ry. Observe system in all you do and
undertake Whatever is worth doing
at all is worth doing we'll One to-day is
worth two to-morrows. Be self-reliant;
do not take too much advice, but rather
depend on yourself Never fail to keep
your appointments or to be punctual to
the minute Never be idle, but keep
your hands or mind usefully employed,
except when sleeping.
A MAN can as well weave web of
sunshine for himself at home as any
where. But, like the spider, he must
carry his loom in his own heart. There
is much good in travel, for it shapes and
colors life-yet is there music floating in
the world softer and sweeter than the
music in the weird old elms, that shake
out the sunshine from the boughs? or in
the glistening sycamoresP or in the fir
tree branches, when the red fingers of
day first begin to stretch up over the sky,
and to reach far forward into the val
leys? Are there no golden memories,
hanging, like the haze of Paradise, over
the dark roofs that have sheltered you
so long, though arch, and cornice, and
molding, and frieze were all wanting?
Look in at the old-home windows often,
and so shall you keep the pictures at the
hearth and on the walls always alive in
your memory.