Year: 1877

tear can make MS passion mute.


For him blooms pleasures every flower


But all too soon their beauty flies


\ thousand cares and pains oerpower


And then he rlpcns, droopS and dies.


Vice. virtue both win his devotion:


Now bound i'll chains, robed in power


The king of earth the king Of ocean,


! ct ruled by passion every hour.


day his fancy thoughts discover


Worlds mortal eve hath neer SURVEYED:


Tomorrow earth doth wrap him over


And dust is he whom dust hath made


There is hope i'll extravaganza: there is none in
routine. Emerson.


Each succeeding day is the scholar of that which
preceded.


Assurance never failed to get admission into the
houses of the great.


Envy makes us what Will serve to accuse
others and not perceive what may Justify.


Envy among other ingredients, has a mixture
OF justice III IT. We are more angry at undeserycd
than deserved good fortune.


Were | to fall in love again (Which is great
passion, and therefore hope | have done with
it, it would be, | think with prettiness rather
than malestlca beauty. [Cowley.


Let grace and goodness be the principal load
stone of thy affections for love which has ends
will have in end, whereas that which is founded
on true virtue will always continue.


The wise man has his tolies no less than the
fool but il has been said that herein lies the diff
icrence-the tollies of the fool are known to the
world, but are hidden from himself: the follics of
the wise man are known to himself, but hidden
from the world.


So admirably hath God disposed of the wavs OF
man that the sight Of vice in Others is like a
warning arrow shot for us to take heed We should
correct our own faults by seeing how uncomely
they appear to Others. Who will not abhor n
chOlerlc passion, and saucy pride in himself
that sees how ridiculous and contemplate they
render those who are infested with them


We need to labor with our minds and hearts as
well aS with our hands, IN order to develope what
IS within lis, to make the most of possibilities
and to enable us TO live nobly and wortfily We
need a careful balancing of our duties and rela-
tions in life, and due allotment Of time and en-
ergy to each that we may not develope into one
sided and unshapey characters, but attain the
symmetry and beauty Of true excellence.


All books are dry and tame compared with that
great unwrltten book prayed i'll the closet. The
prayers of exiles The prayers of martyrs The
prayers OF missionaries The prayers Of the Val
delses! The prayers of the Albigenses! The
prayers OF the Covenanters! The sighs the groans,
the inartculate cries of suffering men whom ty
rants have buried alive in dungeons whom the
world may forget, but God never If some angel
catching them MS they were uttered, should drop
them down from heaven, what a liturgy they
would make Can any epic equal those unwritten
words that pour into the of God out of the
hearts tullneSs


Still more what epic equal the unspoken
words, that never find the lip but go up to heaven
in unutterable longings and aspirations Words
are but the bannerets of great army; thoughts
the main body of the footmen. Words show
here and there little CLEAN in the air, but the
great multitude of thoughts march unseen below
Words cannot follow aspiration even in its tanner
flights still less when it takes wings and flies up
ward, borne by the breath of Gods holy spirit. j
see the gnlls from my window day by day, making
circuits against the north wind. They mount up
above the masts of vessels in the stream. and then
suddenly drop almost to the waters edge flying
first in one direction and then in another that
they may find some eddy unobstructed by that
steady blowing blast, until they turn finally with
the wind, and then like CLEAN of light their
white wings flash down the bay faster than any
eye follow them So when mems aspirations
are bore by some divine wind towards heaven,
they take swift upward flight, and no words can
follow them! [Beecher.