The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1904-06-24

hduuAcuCe W tSdlS WIFI Ills NlOiIu, dtlu Set
be a heartleSs profigate.-Hilliard.
When a boy fills a house with bugs he
is all right, provided he don't run after
humbugs. He has the making in him OF
a very great naturalist.
A. good farmer is better than a poor
doctor, and a good horeshoer is better
h a poor bishop.
Hast thou attempted greatn So
Then go on;
Back-turning slackens resolution.
Tell your master that If there were as
1 would enter.-Martin Luther, April 16,
1921.
High minds OF native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, remorse.
have,
Thou are the torturer of the brave.
Scott: "Marmoan.'"
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
: For one swallow does. not make spring
nor yet one fine day.-Aristotle.
If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air Is chill and raw.
Here and there a patch of snow.
Dirtier than the ground below.
Dribbles down a marshy flood:
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing.
This is spring"
&C. P. Cranch.
For science IS, like virtue. its own eX-
.eedlng great r~eward.-Charles Kingsley.
anne,
OF loudly publishing our neighbours shame;
On eagles wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but born to die.
@Juyenal Satires.
Here's a sigh to those who love me.
And q smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above mo,
Here's a heart for every fate.
Byron to Thomas Moore.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the
FURNISHED dove;
In the spring a young mans fancy lightly
turns to thoughts of love.
%-Tennyson, "Locksley Hal."
When daisies pied, and violets blue.
And ~lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadow with delight.
Loves Labor Lost"
1t Is the season now to go
ABOUT the country, high and low.
Among the 1ilacs hand in hand.
And two by two in fatryland.
Robert Louis Stevenson.
The holy spirit of the spring
George Macdonald.
The boyhood of the year.-Tennyson.
! Oh. the lovely 1ckleness of an April
day!-W. II. Gibson.
Every tear is answered by a blossom,
Every sigh with songs and laughter
blent,
Apple.blooms upon the breezes toss them,
April knows her own and Is content.
Susan Coolidge.
April,s coming up the hill!
An the spring Is In her train.
Led by shining ranks of rain;
ait pat, patter patter,
All things ready with a Will.
April's coming up the hill
Mary Mapes Dodge
The children with the streamlets sing.
And every happy growing thing
Laughs like a babe just reused from
sleeping.
! Lucy Larcom.
Christ. the Lord is risen today
Sons of men and angels say.
Raise your Joys and triumphs high:
S4S oAd "a ~ teR!y.
Charles Wesley.
5prlngs bursts today,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's a.
play.
Christina G. Rossetti.
I think of the garden after the rain;
; And hope to my heart comes singing,
AT morn the cherry-blossoms will os
white,
And the Easter bells be ringtngl"
nd LJ0oa, Dr.zk~-
o risen Christ. O Easter flower,
How dear thy grace has grownl
From East to West, with loving power.
Make all the world thine own.
Phillips Brooks.
Twas Easter Sunday. The full bios
Filled all the air with fragrance and with
JOY.
-Longfellow.
Example is the school of mankind, and
they will learn at no other.-Burke.
Then cease. bright nymph. to mourn thy
Which adds new glory to the shining
Not ali the tresses that fair head car
Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost
For after all the murders of your eye.
when, s after millions slain yourself shall
E ul0
|. When those fair suns shall set. as sc,
Z they must,
fsAnd all those tresses shall be laid in, dust
This Lock the Muse shall consecrate tc
And midst the stars inscribe Belinda,
Pope. Rape of the Lock"
Then horn for horn they stretch ant
Dell tax the hindmost, on they drive.
Burns.
Love lent me wings; my path was like g
A lamp into my feet, that sun wa.
given;
And death was safety and great joy sc
But dying now. 1 shall not climb t.
Michael Angelo.
Heav'n but the vision Of fulfll'd desire.
And hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
Omar khayyam.
| Nor love, nor honor, wealth nor pow'r.
! Can give the heart 4 cheerful hour
| When health is lost. BE timely wise;
| With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Cay.
Why doth one mans yawning make an
! other yawn?-Rurton.
| No eye to watch and no tongue to wount
All earth forget, and, all heaven around us
l Moore.