Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1890-09-11

other people VIII, In the quickest and
most delicate ways, improve yourself.
To believe that there is no place like
home is wholesome partiality; but to
laugh another mans home to scorn be-
cause it is not fac-simile of ones home
is illiberal and unmanly.
THERE is no action of man in this life
which is not the beginning of so long a
chain of circumstances as that no hu-
man providence is high enough to give
us prospect to that end.
ALL honest men are working for 9TH
er men; all love of industry, all love of
integrity, all love of kindred, all love of
neighbor, all love of country, and all
love of humanity are expressed in labor
for others.
| o, IF the deeds of human creatures
could be traced to their source, how
beautiful would even death appear; for
how much charity, mercy and purified
affection would be seen to have their
growth in dusty gravesl
To be earnest yet kind, enthusiastic
yet patient, bold, yet moderate, to have
strong desires yet strength also to con-
troll them, to be courageous in word and
deed, yet able at proper times to be si-
lent and still-this is moral heroism of
which few persons are possessors.
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much we ought to expect from our fell
low men, but it is far better to err on
the side of expecting too little than too
much. It is so easy to make too little
allowance for deficient training, for un-
favorable circumstances, for incapacity,
for inexperience.
LET dissolution come when it will, it
can do the Christian no harm, for it will
be but passage out of prison into a
palace; out of sea of troubles into a
haven of rest; out of crowd of enemies
to an innumerable company of true,
loving and faithful friends ;out of shame,
reproach and contempt, into exceeding
great glory.
THERE is a great mistake in supposing
that giving is concerned only with ma
terial benefits. These form indeed but
small part of its mission. Whoever
creates happiness, whether by a kindly
greeting, or tender sympathy, or inspir-
ing presence, or stimulating thonghts, is
as true giver as he who empties his
purse to feed the hungry.
| In the sphere of morals, as in all 9TH
er departments of human activity, we
are bound to do for our successors what
our predecessors were bound to do, and
mostly did, for us-transmit the herit-
age we have conceived, with all the ad-
ditions and adaptations which the new
experience and changing conditions of
life have rendered necessary or desira-
BILE.
BABY sins look harmless, but they only
need time enough to grow up, and they
will raise family of other sins. If you
are Christian, "Holy to the Lord"
ought to be the sentiment going out
with every yard of cloth and every
pound of sugar you sell. The only teach
able people in anything are those who
know their ignorance, and want to get
rid of it.
| In order to be successful teacher of
boys, it is necessary to be their friend.
1t is necessary not only to take an inter
est in seeing that their lessons are prop
erly recited, but to be sure also that they
understand what they are doing and
take an interest in it; make them feel
that it is their business now, and that
their future success in life depends on
their doing theirwork well in the present
THE atmosphere of regret is debilitat-
ing, enervating, asphyxiating. 1t should
be avoided by us as we avoid malarial
atmospheres and those saturated with
infection. A great purpose will lift one
out of regrets, and, failing in a great
purpose, many smaller ones will accom-
plish the same end. In such world as
this there is always enough affirmative
positive good to be done to occupy ones
time and thought and energy.
HOPE Is the engine that moves the
world, keeps the intelligent part of it In
action everywhere. No man could ra-
tionally stir in pursuit of any design
whereof he despaired. What makes the
daring soldier rush into the furious bat
tie upon the very mouth of death itself,
but hope to snatch honor and spoils out
of its jaws? Hope is his helmet, shield,
and all, which makes him laugh in the
face of all danger. Hopel Who is in
sensible to the music of that word?
What bosom has not kindled under its
utterance? Poetry has sung of it; mu-
sic has warbled it; oratory has lavished
on it its bewitching strains. Hope is
our prolonged existence; it giveth us a
double life; it is the oil of the lamp of
life; it lightens up our path through the
darkness of the clonds of the thousands
and thousands of combinations that we
wade through.