The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1893-03-02
will be commendable, and ours will
be delightsome land in which to be a
RESIDENT.
GOLDEN LEAFLETS.
Grains Of Wisdom Cleaned Here
and There from Various
Sources.

ana 1Qoro ITO" various
Sources.
The man who thinks he is good is
really not much better than the man
who thinks he is bad.
Blessed be mirthfulness! 1t is one
of the renovators of the world. Men
will let you abuse them if you only
make them laugh.
The tissue of every Christians destiny
is wrought with threads of mercy, and
mercy impresses her own lovely
characters on every trial he is called
to bear.-D,. Rafzes.
Neither Intellectually nor socially is
it good for a man to be alone, and
the griefs of thought are more pa
tiently borne when we find that they
have been experienced by another.
True religion teaches US to reverence
what is under US; to recognize hu-
mility and poverty, and, despite
mockery and disgrace, wretchedness,
suffering and death, as things divine.
This world is but the rugged load,
Which leads us to the bright abode
OF peace above
So let US choose that narrow way,
Which leads no travellers foot astray,
From realms of love.
-Lonqtellow.
Kindness comes with a double grace
and tenderness from the old. 1t seems
in them the boarded and long puri-
fed benevolence of years, as if it,had
survived and conquered the sel6shness
of youth.
That point of self-education which
consists in teaching the mind to resist
its desires and inclinations until they
are proved to the right, is the most
important of all, not only in things of
natural philosophy, but in every de-
partment of daily life.
Gluttony is the source of all our in
firmities, and the fountain of all our
diseases. As lamp is choked by a
superabundarce of oil, a fire extin-
guished by excess of fuel, so is the
natural heat of the body destroyed by
Incorporate diet.-Burton.
There are days of deepest sorrow,
In the season of our life,
There are wild desparing moments.
There are hours of deepest strife,
There are hours of stormy anguish,
When the tears refuse to fall,
But the waiting time, my brother,
Is the harvest time of all.
Don't be slave to what anybody
is going to say about you. If you
have enemies, and of course you have,
unless you are born idiot, let them
fling out at you. Show the world by
your daily life that your enemies have
lied. Live lying SANDER down. Lift
up your head and be independent of
them.
Keep the eye open each day for
something to do for Christ, or for an
opportunity to help some human
being. Ask God each morning to
direct you into useful channels. By
smile, and word, and purse, and action
help each one you meet to be sweeter,
nobler, purer, happier. A life thus
filled up with daily helpful ministries
enriches the possessor, as we'll as
blesses society and glorifes Him who
is its inspiration and centre.
In this language Nathaniel Haw-
thorne pictured complete preacher {:
ssHis words had power, because they
accorded with his thoughts and his
thoughts had reality and depth,
because they harmonized with the life
which he had always lived. 1t was
not mere breath that this preacher
uttered they were the words of life,
because life of good deeds and holy
love was melted into them. Pearls,
pure and rich, had been dissolved into
the precious draught.''
The word of God is the water of
life; the more you lave it forth, the
fresher it runneth. 1t is the fire of
Gods glory; the more ye blow it, the
clearer it burneth. 1t is the corn of
the Lords field ; the better you grind
it, the more it yieldeth. 1t is the
bread of Heaven; the more it is broken
and given forth, the more remaineth.
1t is the sword of the Spirit the more
it is secured, the brighter it shineth.
The voice of God cannot be unpleas-
ant to their ears who are the children
OF God the oftener they hear it, the
more they receive they can never
have over much who have enough.
Never undervalue what you may
seem to have the ability to do. You
can never tell of how much conse-
quence and influence your little act or
little word may be. The spectacle of
fidelity in a child may rebuke and
inspire a greybeard man. l have
heard many earnest sermons, and have
read some noble books, but l do not
know that l was ever more definitely
impressed and influenced by any
words of speaker or writer than by five
words, which were only five syllables,
of one sincere and modest young per-
son, hardly half my age, whose
experience seemed to me, in the mat
ter of which we were speaking, so
much less than mine. And those
words were only, "It is right for me-"