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THOUGHTS THAT BREATHE.
From Dean Stanley. Introduction by Phillips Brooks.
CHEERFUL WORDS.
From George MacDonald. Introduction by James T. Fields.
THE MIGHT OF RIGHT.
From Rt. Hon. Wm. E. Gladstone. Introduction by John D.
Long, LL. D.
TRUE MANLINESS.
From Thomas Hughes. Introduction by Hon. James Russell
Lowell.
· LIVING TRUTHS.
From Charles Kingsley. Introduction by W. D. Howells.
RIGHT TO THE POINT.
From Theodore L. Cuyler, D. D. Introduction by New-
man Hall, LL. B.
MANY COLORED THREADS.
From Goethe. Introduction by Alexander McKenzie, D.D.
Each volume, 12mo, cloth, $1.00.
D. LOTHROP & CO., Publishers,
Franklin and Hawley Streets, Boston.





INTRODUCTORY.
ABOUT a hundred years since there was a
clergyman settled in one of the most pictur-
esque towns of New England, - a most excellent
man, but very eccentric. It was the custom to
request prayers for every emergency of life, -
birth, death, illness, friends at sea, etc. Dur-
ing the war between England and America, these
petitions were especially numerous. One Sunday
morning more notes and petitions came than it
was possible for the old gentleman to read.
Gathering them all up in his hands, he said,
“ Here are all sorts of petitions, from all sorts of
people, about all sorts of things. Let us pray.”
My collection is something in this wise, truly-
about all sorts of things; a curious medley of


INTRODUCTORY.
sense and sentiment, fun and philosophy. Never-
theless I am hoping that many will find some-
thing in these selections to - amuse, to cheer, to
soothe, to bless, and to uplift.
EDITOR. .


LIST OF AUTHORS.
I.
Irving.
Emerson.
Epictetus.
Everett, E.
Everett, J.
Feltham.
Franklin.
Franzen.
Jerrold.
Jewett.
Jewsbury.
Johnson.
Joubert.
Judd.
Juvenal.
Gibbon.
Goethe.
Goethe, Mme. K.E.
Goldsmith.
Grant, Mrs.
Grün.
Guarini.
Guérin, E. de.
K.
Keats.
Kingsley, C.
Kitchiner.
H.
Hafiz.
Hamerton.
Hamilton, E.
Hawes.
Hebel.
Heber.
Hedge.
Heine.
Hemans.
Herbert.
Heywood.
Higginson.
Hoffman.
Holland.
Holmes.
Homer.
Hood.
Horace.
La Bruyère.
Lamartine.
Lamb.
Landon.
Landor.
Le Sage.
Lessing.
Levin.
Longfellow, H. W.
Longfellow, S.
Lovelace.
Lowell.
M.
MacDonald.
Mackay.
Mahomet.
Marivaux.
Martineau, J.
Meredith.
Michel Angelo.
Middleton.
Millér.
Milnes.
Hugo.
Humboldt.
Humė.


LIST OF AUTHORS.
Varnhagen von Ense.
Vinci, L. da.
Voltaire.
Willis.
Wilson.
Winslow.
Wirt.
Woolsey.
Wordsworth.
W.
Walton.
Warner, C. D.
Whitman.
Whittier.
Wieland.
Y.
Young.
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Zschokke.


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.





ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
EVERY new spring that I live here below seems
to me yet dearer and more beautiful than any
which has gone before. In every new spring the
former spring-times of my life are again reflected
in beautiful remembrance. The longer I can see
the creations of Jehovah the more my being seems
to be expanded.
Zschokke.
NATURE wears the colors of the spirit,
Sweetly to her worshipper she sings —
All the glow, the grace she doth inherit
Round her trusting child she fondly flings.
H. W. Sewall.
LIFE went a-Maying
With nature, hope and poesy
When I was young.
S. T. Coleridge.
The poet at home sees the whole world.
Japanese.
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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
ECHOES
MANY V
S
.
It was one of those heart-lighting days which
impel men to say “Good morning” to people they
don't know — that makes all objects which emit
sound musical.
I COULD find in my heart at this hour to pat the
cranium of that good soul who invented the Dog-
days vacation! I never go to walk in that season
without thinking how many toil-worn men and
women, how many down-pressed pedagogues are
now erecting themselves in the open air!
Jean Paul.
EVERY moment of pleasure that you enjoy,
count it again. Who can say what will be the
end of an event ?
Hafiz.
NOTHING is lost to him who sees
With the eye that Feeling gave,
For him there's a story in every breeze,
A picture in every wave.
Thomas Moore.
THE groves were God's first temples.
- Be it ours to meditate
In these calm shades thy milder majesty,
And to the beautiful order of thy works
Learn to conform the order of our lives.
W. C. Bryant.


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MAN has a spiritual property in things. Who
cares for the owner of Niagara ? Every man is its
owner.
R. W. Emerson.
What need have I of pictures on my walls ?
Out of my window every day I see
Pictures that God has painted.
I CARE not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free nature's grace;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve.
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
James Thomson.
WERE I, O God, in churchless lands remaining,
Far from the voice of teachers and divines,
My soul would find in flowers of thy ordaining,
Priests, sermons, shrines !
Horace Smith.
I TELL thee no—I tell thee no,
The great are slaves to their gilded show.
Nor do I regard the man as.wise — who can fret
his gall-bladder full because every one of us Leaf-
miners views the Leaf on which he is mining as a
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And the lives that look so cold,
If their stories could be told
Would seem cast in gentler mould,
Would seem full of love and spring.
T. B. Aldrich.
KINDNESS gives birth to kindness. Sophocles.
KINDNESS clips the wings of flying love.
I FEEL I am growing old, for want of some one
to tell me that I am looking young as ever!-
There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.
W. S. Landor.
1.
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils; —
I gazed and gazed — but little thought
What wealth to me the show had brought;
II.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
William Wordsworth.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
Throw yourself upon Nature every year, she is
ever new, and you will thus be ever young!
A GAY, serene spirit is the source of all that is
noble and good.
Schiller.
A MERRY countenance is one of those good
things no enemy or persecutor can take away.
Jeremy Taylor.
SONG OF THE VISIONARY.
I.
In a fair and beautiful land I dwell,
Ever the sunshine lingers there;
The clouds are of purple and crimson and gold,
And music floats in the azure air ;
I shrink from the rude and jarring crowd,
I cast far from me the mantle of Care,
Freely I rove in my castles and groves,
And revel in pictures bright and fair.
II.
Though Power and Wealth may pass me by,
Gaily I turn from their heartless din;
Though Fame may scorn, and Fashion may sneer,
Yet mine are the treasures they may not win.
Their souls cling fast to their worldly gauds
They hug their fetters of gilded sin,
They grasp the shadows of outward pomp,
I fly to my glorious world within !
Editor.


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
ELDORADO.
GAILY bedight,
A gallant knight
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old —
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
“Shadow," said he,
66 Where can it be —
This land of Eldorado ?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied, -
“ If you seek for Eldorado !”
Edgar Allan Poe.


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WHAT BEFELL THE CARES.
(Wie es den Sorgen erging.)
Into the greenwood I wanted to stray,
The Cares would go with me:
And vainly I ten times said them, “Nay,"
They followed me faithfully.
And as we came to the thicket green,
That moment a whispering began,
The birds were crying: “How dare you be seen,
Ye Cares, in our woody domain ?”
The grass rose up, and would stop their flight,
As they fled before the keen gale;
The trees wide branching began to fight
As the Cares ran o'er hill and through vale.
They ran, and, running, their queer heads broke,
As the rock's sharp edge came across ;
Then in the bright sunshine, they vanished like
smoke,
And were drowned in the dews on the moss.
“Now ye see,” so I cried, when at length set free
From their plaguing, “what soon must become
Of you when you venture 'mong bush and tree,
So another time, mind, stay at home!”
From the German of Pharens.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
“BEAUTY is truth, truth beauty,” – that is an
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats.
THE best mirror we can have is the face of an
old friend.
Sorrow tracketh wrong,
As echo follows song
On, on forever.
H. Martineau.
“ EVEN this will pass over!” was the proverb
which the wise Solomon gave to an Eastern prince,
who desired from him such a motto as would make
the soul strong in misfortune, and humble in
prosperity.
But can there grow cowslips and lilies
Like those that I gathered in youth,
With my heart in the depths of their blossoms,
All steeped in the dewdrops of truth?
Jewsbury.
" IDLE oftentimes thou seemest;
And, for acting, only dreamest;
Thinking not, although not talking;
Lying, when thou shouldst be walking."
6 Not so idle as I seemed !
Know ye, then, of what I dreamed ?
I in purer realms was flying,
Only left my bundle lying." Goethe.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
THE habit of looking on the bright side of every
event is worth more than a thousand pounds a
year.
David Hume.
How happy is that versatile and sanguine tem-
per which is hoping for a rainbow in every cloud,
nay, which were a fire to break out in the offices,
and burn them all, would console itself by con-
sidering how much ground would be manured by
all those fine ashes!
Mrs. Grant's “ Letters from the Mountains."
WE'RE but pitiful creatures at the vera best,
girning at ae time for what we canna tell how to
use at anither. Suld na this teach us to keep a
calm sough in our heads ?
BE still, sad heart, and cease repining,
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
Longfellow.
In God's providence there are no accidents.
THE Arab regards the insane as sacred.
IF we could always act as we sometimes think.
THE deepest tendency of every human being is
Godward.
F. H. Hedge.
A CREED — Our Father. O. W. Holmes.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
SOCRATE exprime cette pensée: si nous avions à
mettre en commun nos misères pour prendre cha-
cun une part égale dans le monceau, le plus grand
nombre des humains aimerait mieux s'en aller
avec son lot individue.
Plutarque.
I HAD need of age to learn what I wished to
know, and I should have need of youth to say well
what I know.
Joubert.
Tant
THERE may be a cloud without a rainbow, but
there cannot be a rainbow without a cloud.
THINGS look dim to old folks : they'd need have
some young eyes about 'em to let 'em know the
world's the same as it used to be.
George Eliot.
O QUEL homme supérieur! quel grand génie !
que ce poco curante! Rien ne peut lui plaire !!
KEEP not standing fixed and rooted,
Briskly venture, briskly roam,
Head and hand, where'er thou foot it,
And stout heart are still at home.
In each land the sun doth visit,
We are gay whate'er betide,
To give room for wandering is it,
That the world was made so wide.
Goethe.


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
WHEN all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green,
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen:
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away:
Young love must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
Charles Kingsley.
ONE hour of equity is better than seventy years
of devotion.
Mahomet.
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are
as transient as the clouds.
BRING your line to the wall, not the wall to
your line.
WHAT THE POET SAID OF WATER.
PURE draught! that thins the blood, and makes
the eyesight clear.
Wieland.
In order to enjoy yourself, and to be your own
master, there's nothing like being Nobody.
Ruffini.
But I aint o' the meeching kind that sits and
thinks for weeks,
The bottom 's out o'th' universe, coz their own
gillpot leaks !
J. R. Lowell.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
A MAN who is not a fool half the time is a fool
all the time.
“ LET us be grave – Here comes a fool."
Greek.
GAPING is wantin'
Ane o' things three,
Sleep, meat, or making o',
Which o' them want ye?
ONE man's word is no man's word,
Justice needs that both be heard.
Goethe.
EGYPTIAN INSCRIPTION ON A TOMB.
[A Wonderful Man.]
He loved his father, honored his mother, and
never went from home in bad temper!
A MORE WONDERFUL WOMAN.
In thirty years she never once mentioned the
servants to him !!! Oh let eternal honor crown
her name!
Charles Reade.
WOMEN'S RIGHTS.
IF women want any rights, they had better take
them, and say nothing about it.
Sojourner Truth.


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Man is physically as well as metaphysically a
thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally
from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from
the start.
Emerson.
ONE's own hearth is Gold-worth.
Swedish.
LET us then enjoy the sweetness of the affections
that grow near us. These old shoes are the
easiest.
Emerson.
Time
Oh how beautiful to see the smoke of one's own
home.
Franzen.
ONE's hearth is a fair assize.
A HUNDRED men make an encampment, and
one woman makes a honie.
Hindoo.
ANCE mair, Gude be thanked, round my ain heart-
some ingle,
Wi' the friends of my youth I cordially mingle;
Nae forms to compel me to seem wae or glad,
I may laugh when I'm merry, and sigh when I'm
sad.
Nae falsehood to dread, and nae malice to fear;
But truth to delight me, and friendship to cheer;
Of a' roads to happiness ever were tried,
There's nane half sae sweet as ane’s ain fireside.
Elizabeth Hamilton.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
But oh! the price paid for all this ! oh! the heat,
the dust, the noise, the throng, the crushing.
There's no forcing nature. It is not everybody
who is organized to enjoy monster festive gather-
ings.
Ruffini.
HOME is a full cup.
Russian Proverb.
He who never goes away never comes home.
German.
Do you think of the friends that are gone, darling,
As ye sit by your fire at night?
Do you wish they were round you again once more,
By the hearth that they made so bright?
I think of the friends that are gone, darling,
They are dear to my heart as then;
But the best and the dearest among them all,
I have never wished back again.
'Tis home where'er the heart is,
Where'er its loved ones dwell;
In cities or in cottages,
Thronged haunts, or mossy dell,
The heart gives life its beauty,
Its glory and its power,
'Tis sunlight to the rippling stream,
And soft dew to the flower.


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THE AWAKING.
He looked at her as a lover can:
She looked at him as one who awakes —
The Past a sleep — and her life began.
Robert Browning.
She loved me! Faded the rosy West,
Faded the bloom of the rippling bay;
But night could not chill, nor the dark depress,
While the thought of her love in my bosom lay.
THE INCOMING OF LOVE.
COME what, come may,
I know the world is richer than I thought,
By something left to it from Paradise.
I know this world is brighter than I thought,
Having a window into Heaven. Henceforth,
Life hath for me a purpose and a drift.
Henry Taylor.
I LOVE ne'er a laddie but ane,
He loves ne'er a lassie but me,
He is willing to make me his ain,
And his ain I am willing to be.
Auld Sang.
ALL the world loves a lover.
R. W. Emerson,


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
I MADE them lay their hands on mine and swear
To love one maiden only, cleave to her,
And worship her by years of noble deeds,
Until they won her; for indeed I knew
Of no more subtle master under heaven
Than is the maiden passion for a maid;
Not only to keep down the base in man,
But teach high thought, and amiable words,
And courtliness, and the desire of fame,
And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Tennyson.
JUBILATE, I am loved !
And his lips at length have said it;
Long since in his eyes I read it;
But I thought it could not be,
O what happiness for me!
Jubilate, I am loved !
So dearly loved that, till I prayed,
I was more than half afraid ;
God! forgive my sins, and make
Me pure and good for his dear sake.
Let the love he beareth me
Lead him — lead us both — to Thee!
LIFE is only bright when it proceedeth
Towards a truer, deeper life above;
Human Love is sweetest when it leadeth
To a more divine and perfect Love.
Adelaide A. Proctor.


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WHAT THE POET SAID TO THE FLOWERS.
1.
I WILL not have the mad Clytie
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly quean,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; —
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of every one.
The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand;
The wolfsbane I should dread;
Nor will I dreary rosemarye,
That always mourns the dead ;-
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.
III.
The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me
And the daisy's cheek is tipped with a blush,
She is of such low degree;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom is betrothed to the bee; —
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she.
Thomas Hood.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
TO FANNIE IN A BALL DRESS.
Thou hast braided thy dark flowing hair,
And wreathed it with rosebuds and pearls ;
But dearer, neglected thy sweet tresses are,
Soft falling in natural curls..
Thou delightest the cold world's gaze,
When crowned with the flower and the gem,
But thy lover's smile should be dearer praise,
Than the incense thou prizest from them.
The bloom on thy young cheek is bright,
With triumph enjoyed too well;
Yet less dear, than when soft as the moon-beam's
light,
Or the tinge on the hyacinth's bell:
And gay is the playful tone
As to flattery's voice thou respondest;
But what is the praise of the cold and unknown
To the tender blame of the fondest ?
John Everett.
A PICTURE is a silent poem, a poem a speaking
picture.
Simonides.
A MIND might ponder its thoughts for ages and
not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion
of love shall teach it in a day. Emerson.


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A CURIOUS CIRCUMSTANCE.
As once I was walking o'er meadow and lea,
A curious circumstance happened to me;
A huntsman I saw in the forest's brake,
He rode up and down beside a lake;
And many a deer flew past the spot,
But what did the huntsman? He shot them not,
He blew his horn by the forest green —
Now tell me, good people, what could that mean?
And as I walked on along the shore,
A curious circumstance happened once more;
In a little bark a fisher-maid
Rowed e'er by the side of the forest glade.
In the twilight the fishes around her shot,
But what did the maiden? She caught them not.
She sang a song by the forest green,
Now tell me, good people what could that mean?
Retracing my steps at evening's fall
The most curious circumstance happened of all,
A riderless horse stood in the brake,
An empty skiff reposed on the lake;
And passing the grove of alders there,
What heard I therein ? — A whispering pair.
The moon shone brightly, the night was serene,
Now tell me, good people, What could that mean?
Robert Reineck.


ECIIOES OF MANY VOICES.
TOUJOURS AMOUR.
PRITHEE tell me, Dimple-Chin,
At what age does love begin?
Your blue eyes have scarcely seen
Summers three, my fairy queen,
But a miracle of sweets,
Soft approaches, shy retreats,
Show the little archer there,
Hidden in your pretty hair;
When didst learn a heart to win?
Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin!
“Oh!” the rosy lips reply,
“I can't tell you if I try.
'Tis so long I can't remember:
Ask some younger lass than I!”
Tell, oh tell me, Grizzled-Face,
Do your heart and head keep pace ?
When does hoary love expire,
When do frosts put out the fire ?
Can its embers burn below
All that chill December snow?
Care you still soft hands to press,
Bonny heads to smooth and bless ?
When does love give up the chase ?
Tell, oh tell me, Grizzled-Face!
“ Ah!" the wise old lips reply,
“Youth may pass, and strength may die ;
But of love I can't foretoken:
Ask some older sage than I!”
E. Ç. Ştedman.


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The least portion of the Love which lights the
world has been told in words.
Bayard Taylor.
THEY that are rich in words, in words discover
That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
Sir Walter Raleigh.
LOVE rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above,
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Sir Walter Scott.
L'AMOUR.
Voici ton maître; il est, il fut, ou il sera.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her.
Robert Browning.
THE night has a thousand eyes,
The day has one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun:
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When Love is done.
F. W. Bourdillon.


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SYMPATHY.
A KNIGHT and a lady once met in a grove,
While each was in quest of a fugitive love;
A river ran mournfully murmuring by
And they wept in its waters for sympathy.
“O never was knight such a sorrow that bore,”
"O never was maid so deserted before.”
“From life and its woes let us instantly fly,
And jump in together for sympathy!”
They gazed on each other, the maid and the knight,
So fair was her form, and so goodly his height.
“One parting embrace," said the youth, “ere we
die,”
So kissing and crying kept company!
At length spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear;
“ The weather is cold for a watery bier,
When the summer returns, we may easily die ;
Till then let us sorrow in company ?”
Reginald Heber.
He came to me hither
In storm and rain,
And daring and bold
My heart he hath ta'en.
Say with whom did it lie ?
Did he love, or did I ?
'T was the two that came meeting together.
Rückert.


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THE word that escapes thee is thy master; that
which thou retainest, thy slave. Arabian.
THE music that can deepest reach
And cure all ills, is cordial speech.
Emerson.
A SILVER wedding is better than the voice of
the Epithalamium.
Alexander Smith.
OUR OWN.
IF I had known in the morning,
How wearily all the day
The words unkind
Would trouble my mind,
I said when you went away,
I had been more careful, darling,
Nor given you needless pain :
But we vex 5 our own”
With look and tone
We might never take back again.
How many go forth in the morning,
Who never come home at night;
And hearts have broken
For harsh words spoken
That sorrow can ne'er set right.
Louise Chandler Moulton.
Plus on juge, moins on aime.
Balzac.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
EVERY family is a history in itself, and even a
poem, to those who know how to read its pages.
Lamartine.
TO MY DOG " BLANCO.”
My dear, dumb friend, low-lying there,
A willing vassal at my feet,
Glad partner of my home and fare,
My shadow in the street,
I look into your great, brown eyes,
Where love and loyal homage shine,
And wonder where the difference lies
Between your soul and mine!
For all of good that I have found
Within myself or human kind
Hath royally informed and crowned
Your gentle heart and mind.
I scan the whole broad earth around
For that one heart which, leal and true,
Bears friendship without end or bound,
I trust you as I trust the stars;
Nor cruel loss, nor scoff of pride,
Nor beggary, nor dungeon-bars,
Can move you from my side.


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As patient under injury
As any Christian saint of old,
As gentle as a lamb with me,
But with your brothers bold;
More playful than a frolic boy,
More watchful than a sentinel,
By day and night your constant joy
To guard and please me well.
I clasp your head upon my breast,
The while you whine and lick my hand;
And thus our friendship is confessed,
And thus we understand.
Ah, Blanco ! did I worship God
As truly as you worship me,
Or follow where my Master trod
With your humility, —
Did I sit fondly at His feet,
As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine,
And watch Him with a love as sweet,
My life would grow divinę.
J. G. Holland.
ALFIERI'S HORSE.
My attachment for him went so far as to destroy
my peace every time he had the least ailment; but
my love for him did not prevent me from fretting
and chafing when he did not wish to go my way!


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Opens before me on the world's rough wave –
In pleasant country scenes by hill and stream,
His image haunts me like a waking dream;
And in the deep, long grass
When evening sunshine lights the crimson seeds
And plays about the wild flowers and the weeds,
His spirit seems to pass
See! the tall hayseeds wave above his head;
It is not so, alas !
It was the wind — he lives not - he is dead!
Philip G. Hamerton.
THE SOLDIER TO HIS MARE.
OLD girl, that hast borne me far and fast,
On pawing hoofs that were never loth,
Our gallop to-day may be the last
For you or for me, or perchance for both.
Your skin is satin, your nostrils red,
Your eyes are a bird's, or a loving girl's,
And from delicate fetlock to dainty head
A throbbing vein cordage o'er you curls;
O joy of my soul ! if you they slay,
For triumph or rout, I little care,
For there is not in all the wide valley to-day,
Such a dear little bridle-wise, thorough-bred
mare.
Miles O'Reilly.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
Is a little oil spilt, or a little wine stolen? Say
to yourself “ This is the price paid for peace and
tranquillity; and nothing is to be had for nothing!”
And when you call your servant, consider that it is
possible he may not come at your call; or, if he
does, that he may not do as you wish. But it is
not at all desirable for him, and very undesirable
for you, that he should cause you disturbance.
Epictetus.
WHEN thou canst pulsate with nature, all shall
go in harmony. Shall the sun then stay his rising,
to oblige some poor devil who is yet sleepy?
Charles A. Thurston.
MOVING.
WHAT a dislocation of comfort is compressed in
that word moving ! Such a heap of little nothings,
after you think all is got into the cart, old
dredging boxes, worn-out brushes, gallipots, vials,
things that it is impossible the most neces-
sitous person can ever want, but which the women
will not leave behind if it was to save your soul!
They'd keep the cart ten minutes to throw in
dirty pipes and broken matches, to show their
economy! Then you can find nothing you want
for many days; you must comb your hair with
your fingers, and wash your hands without soap.
Was I Diogenes, I would not move out of a
kilderkin into a hogshead. Charles Lamb.


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If our eyes were microscopes, and our ears
audiphones, life would be one long misery; and
a too delicate sense of the moods and manner of
those about us is an almost equal calamity.
S. W. Mitchell.
THE WOMAN-LYE MASTERPIECE.
PALMER -
And this I would ye should understand,
I have seen women, five hundred thousand;
Yet in all places where I have been,
Of all the women that I have seen,
I never saw nor knew in my conscience
Any one woman out of patience!!!
POTICARY —
By the mass, there's a great lye!
PARDONER-
I never heard a greater, by our Ladye!
PEDLER —
A greater! nay, know you any one so great ?
Merry John Heywood.
No is the feminine of yes.
Hungarian Proverb.
A WOMAN is just as old as she looks.
French Proverb.
THE path of a good woman is strewn with
flowers: but they rise behind her steps, not be-
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Blink, little eyes, at the strange new light;
Hark, little ears, at the strange new sound;
Wonderful things shall you see and hear,
As the days and the months and the years go
round.
Hardly you seem a Life at all ;
Only a Something with hands and feet;
Only a Feeling that things are warm;
Only a Longing for something to eat.
Have you a thought in your downy head ?
Can you say to yourself so much as “I”?
Have you found out yet that you are yourself?
Has God what you will be by-and-by?
It's only a little that we can guess,
But it's quite as much as we care to know;
The rest will come with the fleeting years,
Little by little, and better so.
Enough for the day is the good thereof:
The speck of a thing that is lying there,
And the presence that fills the silent house
With the tender hush of a voiceless prayer.
J. W. Chadwick.
Aphe queerest of rigging on whed!
THE LAST ARRIVAL.
THERE came to port last Sunday night
The queerest little craft:
Without an inch of rigging on,
I looked and looked and laughed !


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
Pages of the Poets, open at your sweetest,
You will be to-morrow what you are to-day,
But the sunny eyes here, if I now deny them,
When I fain would meet them, may have turned
away.
Singing birds are songful only in the spring-time,
Blossoms will be blossoms only for a day:
Golden hair is golden but a little longer,
So I'll make your heart light, darling, while I
may.
Ever-willing fancy, charm away the present,
Summon all thy magic, honor bright in play,
Let my little maiden in her seventh summer,
Be a wrinkled woman in a gown o'gray.
WOMEN'S shoulders wear young heads for a
long time, and in the head of a mother one side is
always the same age as her child's.
Madame de Remusat.
THE RETURN.
ONE climbs into his arms, another
A third is lifted by its mother
Its father's face to see;
The cradled innocent, his youngest treasure,
Holds out its dimpled arms, and crows for
pleasure.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
CHILDREN are God's apostles,
Day by day sent forth to preach of love and hope
and peace.
J. R. Lowell.
FORESIGHT comes to the man, insight will often
tarry with the child.
WE speak of educating our children - our chil-
dren educate us.
NOTHING is more painful than to see parent,
preacher, teacher, each trying as swiftly as possi-
ble to inoculate the child with his own mediocrity.
- “Get off that child, you vampyre: you are
trying to make that child another you—one is
enough!”
R. W. Emerson.
SUGGESTIVE to Fathers and Mothers and all
Reformers. Here is a man trying to fill a measure
with chaff — now if I fill it with wheat first, it is
better than to fight him.
John Newton.
CHILDREN have more need of models than of
critics.
SOLILOQUY OF A POOR MAN'S WIFE.
Ah no, I do not despise economy! Have I not
caught myself more than once peeping surrepti-
tiously into flour barrels to see how much longer
the grain would last? Have I not found myself


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
What promise of morn is left unbroken?
What kind word to thy playmate spoken?
Whom hast thou pitied, and whom forgiven?
How with thy faults has duty striven ?
What has thou learned by field and hill,
By greenwood path, and by singing rill ?
There will come an eve to a longer day
That will find thee tired, but not of play!
Well were it then if thine aching brow
Were as free from sin and shame as now!
If thine open hand hath relieved distress
If thy pity hath sprung to wretchedness —
If thou hast forgiven the sore offence —
And humbled thy heart with penitence —
With joy and peace at the thought of rest,
Thou wilt sink to sleep on thy mother's breast.
N. P. Willis.
WHAT IS, TO BE?
“O MOTHER,” Friedric sighed, “ tell thou to me,”
And with these words his large blue eyes he
raised,
As at her feet he sat, and on her gazed,
“ Tell me, dear mother, what it means to be ?
What those two words can mean I cannot tell,
Yet, said my father, I must learn them well;
I know my lesson well from line to line,
Yet what to be means, I cannot divine."


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“ Know I myself ?" she whispered low and mild;
Then, by the mother's glowing impulse led,
She lifted from the ground the little child,
And clasped him to her heart, as thus she said :
“When I enfold thee thus with loving care,
And all my soul lift up to God in prayer,
For thee and for myself, and for my dearest,
Then what it is to be, I feel the clearest !”
Friedric P. Müller.
THESE sweetly speaking women are friends in
solitude, fathers in matters of duty, mothers to
those in distress, a repose to the traveller in the
wilderness.
Hindoo.
WHAT sort of clothes are you making for your
children, O mother? Is their vesture wisdom
or folly? Is it the true beauty of goodness, or a
poor imitation from the draper's? Something you
did yesterday becomes part of a garment your
child must wear many years. Make the garments,
O mother, so that they will be robes of dignity
and esteem in the world, and spotless and bright
in the kingdom of Heaven forever.
Sylvester Judd.
In bringing up a child, think of its old age.
Joseph Joubert.
PARADISE is at the feet of mothers.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
THE affection that little children win from us
interprets God's love to us.
S. Osgood.
TAE Junior of the household is the Senior in
Heaven.
Edmund Burke.
UNTHINKING, idle, wild, and young,
I laughed and talked and danced and sung;
And proud of health, of pleasure vain,
Dreamt not of sorrow, care, or pain ;
Concluding in my hours of glee
That all the world was made for me!
But when the days of sorrow came
And sickness shook this trembling frame,
And restless doubts and anxious fears
O’ershadowed all my coming years,
Ah! then I thought how sad 't would be
Were this world only made for me!
FOR sunshine sparkling in the rill
Though turned aside, is sunshine still.
T. Moore.
It is the little rift within the lute,
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
Tennyson.


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TaeN gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler, sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
To step aside is human:
One point must still be greatly dark,
The moving why they do it:
And just as lamely can ye mark
How far perhaps they rue it!
Who made the heart, 't is he alone
Decidedly can try us,
He knows each chord, each varying tone,
Each spring-its various bias.
Burns.
THE beloved of the Almighty are the rich who
have the humility of the poor, and the poor who
have the magnanimity of the rich. Sadi.
The secret of being happy — the having always
some engrossing subject to occupy the mind.
Caroline F. Cornwallis.
We can judge better by the conduct of people
towards others, than by their manner towards our-
selves.
Edgeworth.
It seems to me a simple and generous character
should never make an apology. Emerson.
I FIND nonsense singularly refreshing.
Talleyrand.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
Oh wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us !
It wad frae mony a blunder free us.
Robert Burns.
I WANT TO TELL YOU A SECRET.
The way to make yourself pleasing to others is
to show that you care for them. The whole world
is like the miller of Mansfield, “who cared for
nobody, — no, not he, because nobody cared for
him.” . And the whole world will serve you so, if
you give it the same cause. Let all, therefore, see
that you do care for them, by showing them what
Sterne so happily calls “ the small sweet cour-
tesies of life,” which manifest themselves by
tender and affectionate looks, and little, kind acts
of attention, giving others the preference in every
little enjoyment at the table, in the field, walking,
sitting, or standing.
William Wirt.
It is not even necessary or goode for us to live
entirelie with congeniall spirits. The vigorous
tempers the inert; the passionate is evened by the
cool-tempered, the prosaic balances the visionare.
Would thy mother suit me better, dost thou sup-
pose, if she coulde discuss polemicks, like Luther
or Melancthon?
A. Manning.
We must not let the grass grow in the path of
friendship.


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A LITTLE explained, a little endured, a little
passed over as a foible, and lo ! the jagged atoms
will fit like a smooth Mosaic.
THERE are many carks in life that a little truth
would end.
E. L. Bulwer.
The greatest blessing is a pleasant friend.
Horace.
SPEAK well of a friend; of an enemy, say nothing.
He is a hero who makes his enemy a friend.
Talmud.
THERE is no microscope like a preconceived
opinion.
SERVIRE e non gradire,
Star in letto e non dormire,
Aspettare e non venire,
Son ’tre cose da far morire !
SOME ACCOUNT OF AN ANCIENT HERO.
HORNER Jacculo sedet in angulo,
Vorans ceu serias ageret ferias
Crustum dulce et amabile :
Inquit, et unum extrahens prunum,
“Horner, quam fueris nobile pueris,
Exemplum imitabile!”
Arundines Cami.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
A THOUSAND steps a man may take
Where a woman a single spring will make!
Altered from Goethe.
TRYING TO READ.
My dear, do pull the bell,
And pull it well,
And send those noisy children all up-stairs,
Now playing here like bears.
You, George and William, go into the grounds, —
Charles, James, and Bob are there, — and take
your string,
Drive horses, or fly kites, or anything,
You ’re quite enough to play at hare and hounds.
You, little May, and Caroline, and Poll,
Take each your doll,
And go, my dears, into the two-back pair,
Your sister Margaret is there.
(Harriet and Grace, thank God, are both at school
At far off Pontipool.)
I want to read, but really can't go on-
Let the four twins, Mark, Matthew, Luke, and
John,
Go — to their nursery — go — I never can
Enjoy my paper among such a clan!
T. Hood.
NEVER speak sense when nonsense will answer
the purpose just as well.
Walter Scott.


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How little things grow great with fear,
A cat's a horse, a pin 's a spear;
A startling giant is a post,
A miller frocked 's a milk-white ghost !
CRUEL CRITICISM.
A CENTIPEDE was happy quite
Until a toad, in fun,
Said, “ Pray, which leg goes after which ?”
That worked her mind to such a pitch,
She lay distracted in a ditch,
Considering how to run!
A QUERY.
How often might a man, after he has jumbled a
set of letters in a bag, fling them out upon the
ground before they would fall into an exact poem?
(Fling long enough.)
J'AI ri — me voilà désarmé.
THE school-boy's translation of his classic.-
Monstrum, horrendum, informem ingens cui lumen
ademptum (Eneid, Book III.): A horrid monster
informed the Indians that his eye was out!
Mus cucurrit plenum sed
Contra meum magnum ad
Oh!


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
MY FIRST PLAY.
THE boxes at that time, full of well-dressed
women of quality, projected over the pit; and the
pilasters reaching down were adorned with a
glittering substance (I know not what) under glass
(as it seemed) resembling — a homely fancy, but
I judged it to be — sugar-candy, yet to my raised
imagination it appeared a glorified candy!
Charles Lamb.
(WHOSO HAS CHOICE, HAS TROUBLE]
THERE are terribly perplexing situations in life,
when one cannot decide whether he should turn to
the right, or to the left; whether he shall reach
for the apple, and leave the pear, or take the pear
and leave the apple, or venture to stretch out both
hands at once, with the risk of getting neither.
It jerks one terribly to kick at nothing.
J. R. Lowell.
IF my foresight was as good as my hindsight,
I should not make so many mistakes.
Dutchman.
I'm not denying the women are foolish:
God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
George Eliot.
Go after two wolves, and you will not even
catch one.
Russian Proverb.


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An Irish curse.—May the grass grow at your
door.
He who cannot make one verse is a blockhead;
he who makes more is a fool. Spanish Proverb.
LET every one mend one.
Il n'y a pas un homme qui ait le droit de
mépriser les hommes.
It is a bore to go alone, even to get drowned !
Russian Proverb.
AFTER the overturn of a coach, multitudes point
out a better road.
Turkish.
AFTER dinner read not even the superscription
of a letter.
Spanish.
In every country the sun rises in the morning.
Danish.
A LITTLE cloud can hide both sun and moon.
Swedish.
THE most High God sees and bears; my neigh-
bor knows nothing, and yet is always finding fault.
Persian.
HAVE a care
Of whom you talk, to whom,
And when, and where.
Horace.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
SONG OF SEVEN CHILDREN
SPIRIT of our sainted mother,
Triumphant o'er the grave,
Lol thy seven children
Thy blessing now would crave.
When thy pangs were on thee,
Mortal pangs severe,
Thou couldst only give
A dying, parting tear.
Now thou hast ascended,
In robes of glory dressed,
Let thy blessed mantle
On thy children rest!
For all thy seven children
Thy loving heart had room;
Then be our guardian angel,
Till we shall all come home.
--
Let thy bright example
Guide us on our way;
Let us tread thy footsteps
To eternal day.
Adieu, then, dearest mother,
Not death itself shall sever
Our willing hearts from thee,
Adieu — but not forever!
William Austin.


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SING to my soul the sweet song that thou livest,
Read me the Poem that never was penned-
The wonderful Idyl of life that thou givest
Fresh from thy spirit, O beautiful friend !
M. C. H. Booth.
THE GIFT.
Out of all kingdoms under the sun
What shall I bring to thee, little one ?
Bring me the smile of my mother's eyes,
Dearer than sunshine out of the skies;
Bring me a kiss from her lips to set
Warm on my cheek, with the tears still wet.
Nay; there are treasures far over the sea,
What shall the flying ships bring to thee?
Out of the silence of unknown land
Bring me the touch of my mother's hand;
Keep thou the treasures of sea and shore-
Bring me the sound of her voice once more.
Nay; there are wisdom and wealth and power,
Little one, choose of these thy dower.
Give me my mother's sweet love untold,
Better than measureless wealth of gold,
Wiser than wisdom of sages all;
Let me hear only her soft footfall.
Little one, what thou askest me
Only Death's angel can bring to thee!
E. E. Chase.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
ALAS for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress trees !
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Who hath not learned in hours of faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown
That Life is ever lord of Death,
And Love can never lose its own!
J. G. Whittier.
OH THE GRAVE! THE GRAVE!
It buries every error; covers every defect;
extinguishes every resentment. Who can look
on the grave, even of an enemy, and not feel a
compunctious throb that he ever should have
warred with the poor handful of earth that lies
mouldering before him ?
But the grave of those we love — what a place
for meditation !
If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow
to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an
affectionate parent — if thou art a friend, and
hast ever wronged in thought, or word, or deed,
the spirit that generously confided in thee — then
be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious
word will come thronging back on thy memory
and knocking dolefully at thy soul.
Washington Irving.


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THE SPIRIT OF THE DEPARTED.
I KNOW thou hast gone to the home of thy rest,
Then why should my soul be so sad ?
· I know thou art gone where the weary are blessed,
And the mourner looks up and is glad;
I know thou art gone where thy forehead is starred
With the beauty that dwelt in thy soul;
Where the light of thy loveliness cannot be marred,
Nor thy heart be flung back from its goal.
In thy far-away dwelling, wherever it be,
I believe thou hast visions of mine;
And thy love, that made all things as music to
me,
I have not yet learned to resign;
In the hush of the night, on the waste of the sea,
Or alone with the breeze on the hill,
I have ever a Presence that whispers of thee,
And my spirit lies down and is still.
T. K. Hervey.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blessed !
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed morld,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.


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II.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung:
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall a while repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!
William Collins.
For He that worketh high and wise,
Nor pauses in his plan,
Will take the sun out of the skies
Ere Freedom out of man!
Emerson.
He is bravest, happiest, best,
Who from the task within his span
Earns for himself his evening rest,
And an increase of good for man.
R. M. Milnes.
How far from here to Heaven?
Not very far, my friend,
A single hearty step
Will all the journey end.
Hold there! where runnest thou?
Know Heaven is in thee,
Seek'st thou for God elsewhere,
His face thou 'lt never see!
Angelus Silesius.


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Each can have what inspiration each will take.
T. Parker.
God is our Father, and, as we fall asleep, He lifts
us into His bosom, and our awaking is inside the
gates of an everlasting world.
William Mountford.
THE good mariner, when he draws near the port,
furls his sails, and enters it softly: so ought we to
lower the sails of our worldly operations, and turn
to God with all our heart and understanding.
Dante.
No life can be pure in its purpose and strong in
its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger
thereby.
Owen Meredith.
But when the hour of trouble comes to the
mind or the body, and when the hour of death
comes — which comes to high and low - oh, my
leddy, then it isna what we have dune for oursells,
but what we hae dune for others, that we think
on maist pleasantly.
Walter Scott.
WORK and Love: that is the body and soul of
the human being. Happy he where they are one.
Auerbach.
THE dawn comes twice to no man.
African Proverb.


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SPRING still makes spring in the mind
When sixty years are told ;
Love wakes anew the throbbing heart,
And we are never old.
Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow,
And through the wild-piled snowdrifts
The warm rosebuds below.
Emerson.
THE Night is mother of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring;
And ever upon old decay,
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall,
For God, who loveth all His works,
Has left His Hope with all.
Whittier.
THE way to Heaven is the same from all places,
and he that had no grave had the heavens still
over him.
Thomas Moore.
He that lives fourscore years is but like one
who stays here for a friend.
Thomas Middleton.
NATURE intended we should go out of the
world as unconscious as we came into it.
Dr. Baillie.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
I SHALL leave behind me three physicians much
greater than I am: water, exercise, and diet.
Dumoulin.
If every man and woman would work four
hours a day in something useful, that labor would
produce sufficient to procure all the necessaries
and comforts of life. Want and misery would be
banished from the world, and the rest of the
twenty-four hours would be leisure and pleasure.
Benjamin Franklin.
Touch us gently, Time!
We've not proud nor soaring wings;
Our ambition, our content
Lies in simple things.
B. Cornwall.
LIFE is but Thought-so think I will
That youth and I are housemates still.
8. T. Coleridge.
If there is any person to whom you feel dislike,
that is the person of whom you ought never to
speak.
WHEN Charles Lamb said of some one, “I hate
him,” his friend remonstrated, “Why, Charles,
you don't know him.” “No,” said Lamb, “if I
knew him, I should not hate him!”


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
THE eye that sees all things sees not itself.
WOULD you make men trustworthy ? Trust
them.
F. W. Robertson.
So many are
The sufferings that no human aid can reach,
It needs must be a duty doubly sweet
To heal the few we can. S. T. Coleridge.
EACH soul is watched by two genii: one, its
friend and faithful guardian, is unceasingly en-
gaged to guide it unharmed through the mazes of
life. Happy will be your lot if you do not drive
away from you such a protector, nor open your
heart to the malicious demon who hovers ever near
you, and seeks to find an entrance into your soul.
Wieland.
TRUE is, that whilome that good poet sayd,
The gentle mind by gentle deeds is knowne,
For man by nothing is so well bewrayed
As in his manners, in which playne is showne
Of what degree, and what race he is growne.
Edmund Spencer.
To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young,
sorrow is despair. Wait. That is the answer to
most sorrows. But how can one believe in this,
when one has not waited for anything ?


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COURAGE.
BECAUSE I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of life
Blind me with burning tears — but look beyond
Its turmoil and its strife;
Think you I find no bitterness at all, –
No burdens to be borne like Christian's pack?
Think you there are no ready tears to fall,
Because I keep them back ?
And then in each of these rebellious tears,
Kept bravely back, He makes a rainbow shine ;
Grateful I take His slightest gifts, no fears
Nor any doubts are mine.
Then ire me not with chiding; let me be ;
I must be glad and grateful to the end;
I grudge you not your cold and darkness — me
The powers of light befriend.
. Celia Thaxter.
IF thou wouldst be a friend of mine,
Thou must be quick and bold
When the right is to be done,
Or the truth is to be told !
NEVER reproach a friend with any sacrifice you
made for him; this is a meanness which your friend
may forgive, but which you can never forgive
yourself.
Edgeworth.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
HAVE not a friend morally inferior to yourself.
Confucius.
The best mirror we can have is the face of an
old friend.
A MAN is known by his friends.
LOVE ALL, TRUST A FEW.
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use: and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be checked for silence
But never taxed for speech. Shakespeare.
A FRIEND whom you have been gaining during
your whole life, you ought not to be displeased
with in a moment. A stone is many years becom-
ing a ruby. Take care that you do not destroy it
in an instant against another stone. Gulistan.
WHEN all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown,
And all the sport is cold, lad,
And all the wheels run down,
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among,
God grant you find a face there
You loved when you were young
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ALL are needed by each one,
Nothing is fair or good alone.
R. W. Emerson.
He who has ceased to enjoy the superiority of
his friend has ceased to love him!
Madame Swetchine.
THE SINGLE SISTER'S CONCLUSION.
SOMETIMES it is as if one were everywhere -
sometimes again it is as if one were nowhere !
Frederica Bremer.
THE LEAF IN THE BOOK.—DAS BLATT IM BUCH.
I HAVE an aunt old and hoary,
A little old book has she,
A withered and wrinkled leaflet
In the little old book you may see.
The hands that in spring once plucked it,
As withered and wrinkled lie.
Why weeps my old aunt so sadly,
Whenever it meets her eye?
Anastasius Grün.
Who blesses others in his daily deeds,
Will find the healing that his spirit needs;
For every flower in others' pathway strown
Confers its fragrant beauty on our own.
The disenchanted earth to me had no lustre to
lose, but I remembered that others continued to see
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TO-MORROW, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine,
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are
mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
And what has been has been, and I have had my
hour.
Dryden.
OF ways for becoming happier (not happy) I
could never find out more than three : First — to
soar away so far above the clouds of life, that you
see the whole external world, with its wolf-dens,
charnel-houses, and thunder-rods lying far down
beneath you, shrunk into a little child's garden.
Secondly — Simply to sink down into this little
garden, and there to nestle yourself so snugly, so
homewise in some furrow that in looking out from
your warm lark-nest, you likewise can discern no
wolf-dens, charnel-houses or thunder-rods, but only
blades and ears, every one of which for the nest-
bird is a tree and a sun-screen and rain-screen.
The third, which I look upon as the hardest and
cunningest, is that of alternating between the
other two.
Jean Paul.
DAILY struggling, though unloved and lonely,
Every day a rich reward will give,
Thou wilt find by hearty striving only,
And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
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LIVE as thou wouldst have lived when thou
comest to die ; use thy neighbor as thou wouldst
have him use thee.
Confucius.
NEVER is my heart so gay
In the budding month of May;
Never doth it beat a tune
Half so sweet in blooming June;
Never knows such happiness
As in such a day as this,
When October dons her crown,
And the leaves are turning brown.
Elizabeth Akers.
THERE are gold-bright suns in worlds above,
And blazing gems in worlds below;
Our world has Love, and only Love
For living warmth and jewel glow;
God's Love is sunlight to the good,
And Woman's pure as diamond sheen,
And Friendship’s mystic brotherhood
In twilight beauty lies between.
R. M. Milnes.
I LOVED him much, but now I love him more,
Like birds whose beauties languish, half concealed;
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded shine with azure, green and gold;
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Young.


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SONG OF THE HUMBLE FLOWER TO THE STAR.
1.
I AM but a simple woodland flower;
The traveller heeds me not;
My dwelling the foot of an old oak tree,
In a wild, sequestered spot;
Yet happy am I in my humble nook,
From the bustling world afar;
I peer through the leaves of my old oak's eaves
And worship a beautiful star!
II.
Though sunlight dims thee, peerless star,
Though fleecy piles enshroud,
Thy pure, soft light is glistening bright
Beyond the envious cloud;
Thy radiant face, with changeless grace,
Is ever shining there;
Yet a simple flower may offer up
Its humble, heartfelt prayer.
III.
This fragile frame must soon decay,
Each rainbow tint must fade;
And under the root of my ancient oak
This senseless corse be laid.
Yet a priceless joy has been mine to taste,
To worship thee, thus afar;
And the latest glance of my glazing eyes
Shall rest on my glorious star!
Editor.


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EDELWEISS.
I was born in my little shroud
All woolly, warm and white;
I live in the mist and the cloud,
I live for my own delight.
I see far beneath me crowd
The Alpine roses red;
And the gentian blue, sun-fed,
That makes the valleys bright.
I bloom for the eagle's eye,
I bloom for the daring hand;
I live but for God, and I die
Unto Him, and at His command.
Dora Greenwell.
A CYCLE.
IF he had come in the early dawn,
When the sunrise flushed the earth,
I would have given him all my heart,
Whatever that heart was worth.
If he had come at the noontide hour,
He would not have come too late;
I would have given him patient faith,
For then I had learned to wait.
If he had come in the afterglow,
In the peace of the eventide,
I would have given him bands and brain,
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of trouble, the barber fastens me a little queue to
my hind head; but at the first bow, his unblessed
knot gives way, and a little shock, running snuffing
about me, frisks off to the Privy Councillor with
my queue in his mouth!
I spring after it in terror; and stumble against
the table, where he has been working while at
breakfast; and cups, plates, ink-glass, sand-box,
and ink overflows the “Relation” he has just
been writing!
T. A. Hoffmann.
How much trouble have those evils cost us
which never happened !
TROUBLE neber make heself.
African.
Put your finger in the fire, and say it was your
fortune!
Scotch.
HE bared his back to the bite of the mosquito,
and then said, “God decreed that I should be
stung."
SMALL pleasures, depend upon it, lie about us
as thick as daisies.
Douglas Jerrold.
EVERY good act is charity. Putting a wanderer
in the right path is charity. Removing stones
and thorns from the road is charity. Smiling in
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AFTER POE.
It was late in the month of cold weather,
The ground it was frozen and white,
And the question most pressing was whether
I should venture out into the night -
Out into the merciless night.
And I thought as I twisted the riddle,
In a mind that was troubled with care,
I could hear the sweet notes of the fiddle,
At the concert so pleasant down there —
So charmingly pleasant down there.
And I said, “I will go like a rocket,
I will go to that concert down there.”
But thrusting my hand in my pocket,
I turned with a look of despair —
Of the wildest and deepest despair —
For the requisite change was not there,
The stamps it required were not there!
William A. Thurston.
A CHEERFUL, intelligent face is the end of cul-
ture, and success enough. R.W. Emerson.
If any one tells you that such a person speaks
ill of you, do not make excuses about what is said
of you, but answer: “He was ignorant of my
other faults, else he would not have mentioned
these alone."
Epictetus.


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A WISE man is never less alone than when
Ambrose.
alone.
JUDGE not thy neighbor until thou art in his
situation.
Of all wit's uses, the main one
Is to live well, with who has none.
*son.
EVERY one's censure is first moulded in his own
nature.
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes
the stars down.
Bratti in Romola.
TALKING with a friend is nothing else but
thinking aloud.
Addison.
He who tells his trouble may find
That he sows but the seed of the empty wind;
But he who keeps it within his breast,
Nurses a serpent to gnaw his rest.
he hosts of
THINK of the hosts of worlds, and of the
plagues on this world-mote. Death puts an end
to the whole.
Death puin Paul.
THERE is an end to everything but death.
Sancho.
CHARACTER is a perfectly educated will.
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Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Weeping upon his bed has sate,
He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers !
Goethe.
So should we live that every hour
May die, as dies the natural flower,
A self-reviving thing of power:
That every thought and every deed
May hold within itself the seed
Of future good and future need.
R. M. Milnes.
'Tis only strength makes gentleness divine.
T. W. Parsons.
WHAT merit to be dropped on Fortune's hill?
The honor is to mount it!
The firefly only shines when on the wing.
So is it with the mind; when once we rest,
We darken.
(Festus) Bailey.
WA0II.
ARE you in earnest ? seize this very minute,
What you can do, or think you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Goethe.
HE who shoots at the midday sun, though he
will not hit the mark, will reach a higher point
than he who aims at a bush.


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THEY gave me advice and counsel in store,
Praised me and honored me more and more,
Said that I only should wait awhile,
Offered their patronage, too, with a smile.
But with all their honor and approbation,
I should long ago have died of starvation,
Had there not come an excellent man,
Who straightway to help me along began.
Good fellow ! he got me the food I ate,
His kindness and care I shall never forget.
Yet I cannot embrace him, though other folks can,
For I myself am this excellent man!
Heine.
THE secret of success is constancy to purpose.
Disraeli.
RIEN ne réussit mieux que le succès.
My first failure was my first success.
Go forth to life, oh child of earth,
Be worthy of thy heavenly birth,
For noble service thou art here,
Thy brothers help, thy God revere,
Go on from innocence of youth
To manly pureness, manly truth;
God's angels still are near to save,
And God himself will help the brave.
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SELF-REVERENCE, self-knowledge, self-control,
These three alone lead men to sovereign power.
Tennyson.
BE strong, feeble spirit,
In need God is near,
And he who will trust Him
No tempest may fear.
For he who much has suffered, much will know,
And pleased remembrance builds delight on woe.
Pope's Homer.
FORSAN et hæc olim meminisse juvabit.
Virgil.
It is all pouring out of one vessel into another.
Lawrence Sterne.
Though the mills of God grind slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting,
With exactness grinds He all.
NOTHING is so good as it seems beforehand.
THE cow was never brought home by the man
pulling its head and the woman its tail.
POLITENESS is real kindness kindly expressed.
ONE touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Troilus and Cressida, Act III., Scene 3.


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THE JOURNEY OF TRUTH.
ACCURSED be the hour I ventured to roam
From the cool recess of my moss-clad home;
I will back to my mouldering well, and hide
These tears of despair and wounded pride :
I sought the enchantress Fashion's hall,
The many were bound in her iron thrall,
They turned from my simple prayer away,
As I told them how vain and capricious her sway.
I entered the cell of the plodding sage,
And threw one gleam o'er his mystic page,
But he closed his pained eyeballs, and said that I
Could never have seen his new theory.
Wherever I went I spread dismay,
Friendship and Feeling I frightened away;
And Love shook his saucy finger at me
And declared me his mortal enemy!
I knocked at the dying man's desolate gate;
Death looked from the window and begged me to
wait.
For a Doctor had entered a moment before,
And, seeing me coming, had bolted the door.
I entered his study to search for him there,
And sat down to read in his easy chair ;
But his books fell to pieces, and during my stay.
Two thirds of his physic had melted away!


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I am not strong or valiant;
I would not join in the fight,
Or jostle with men in the highways,
Or stain my garments white;
But I have rights, as a woman, and here I claim
my right:
The right of a rose to bloom
In its own sweet, separate way,
With none to question the perfumed pink,
And none to utter a nay,
That it reaches a root or points a thorn, as even a
rose-tree may.
The right to a life of my own;
Not merely a casual bit
Of somebody else's life flung out,
That, taking hold of it,
I may stand as a cipher does, after a numeral writ.
The right to gather and glean
What food I need and can
From the garnered stores of knowledge
Which man has heaped for man,
Taking with free hands freely, and after an ordered
plan.
The right — ah! best and sweetest -
To stand, all undismayed,
Wherever pain or sorrow
Call for a woman's aid,
With none to cavil or misconstrue, by never a look
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I do not beg for a ballot,
Though very life were at stake;
I would beg for the nobler, juster way —
That men, for manhood's sake,
Should give ungrudging, and not withhold till I
must fight and take.
The fleet foot and the feeble foot
Both seek the self-same goal;
The weakest soldier's name is writ
On the mighty army roll;
And God, who made man's body strong, made also
the woman's soul.
Susan Coolidge.
A FABLE.
THE mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter, “ little Prig."
Bun replied:
“ You are doubtless very big,
But all sorts of wind and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere,
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
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I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.
R. W. Emerson.
The Prudent still have Fortune on their side.
Horace.
NULLUM numen abest si sit prudentia.
Do not say a word when reproached; for, as the
proverb says, “He that keeps silence is out of
danger.”
Arabian Nights.
A STONE which is fit for the wall is not left in
the way.
Russian.
MIEUX être que paraître.
A ROOM hung with pictures is a room hung
with thoughts.
Sir Joshua Reynolds.
THREE things are good : To look upon another
as upon one's self; to look on another's gold as
dust; to look on another man's wife as upon one's
mother.
Hindoo Saying.
THAT which some call idleness I call the
sweetest part of my life, and that is my think-
Owen Felsham.
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This life is but a school; the new-comer in the
last form thinks the head boy just leaving — so
old !
E. L. Bulwer.
N'ESTIMEZ que le jeune homme que les vieil-
lards trouvent poli.
Joubert.
In a field of melons, tie not thy shoe;
Under a plum tree, adjust not thy cap.
Chinese.
NEVER ride out to meet trouble.
A SINGLE coal does not burn well.
To know the new, search the old.
Japanese.
WHETHER you boil snow or pound it, you will
have but water from it.
The frog mounted on a clod said he had seen
Cashmere.
It is better to have a hen to-morrow than an egg
to-day.
STONES and sticks are flung only at fruit-bearing
trees.
Persian.
HE set my house on fire to roast eggs !
You can't rivet a nail in a boiled potato.
Japanese.


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THERE is nothing so imprudent as excessive
prudence.
HE that does not speak truth to me, does not
believe me when I speak truth.
A HUNDRED gnats I killed last night,
But one returned with morning light !
Goethe.
Do not force upon thy neighbor a hat that hurts
thine own head.
Hindoo.
LEAVE our neighbors to discourse of us as they
please, but let not our repose depend on their
judgments. Never mind what they say, provided
our own consciences do not wince. Le Sage.
EPITAPH on a tomb-stone at Père-la-Chaise :
6 Allez-vous-en.”
At Stow, Vermont, epitaph on a child of six
weeks: “How very soon God took him.”
By a man's manners, you may know his wis-
dom.
Saadi.
LET no man ridicule mankind unless he loves
them.
Heine.
TRIFLES make perfection; and perfection is no
Michael Angelo.
trifle.
LONG-LIVED trees make roots first.


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What is extraordinary try to look at with your
own eyes.
He who loses money, loses much; he who loses
a friend, loses more; but he who loses his spirits,
loses all.
Spanish.
Two things a man should never be angry at:
what he can help, and what he cannot help.
ONE angry man makes many.
HE overcomes a stout enemy who overcomes
his own anger.
Greek.
He has wit at will
That wi' an angry heart can haud him still.
Scotch.
Why he looks as angry as if he were vexed !
Irish Saying.
WHEN the sun shines, nobody minds him; but
when he is eclipsed, all consider him.
MANY leaves, little fruit.
EVERY misery that I miss is a new mercy.
Izaak Walton.
WHAT you learn by experience you learn pretty
thoroughly, and at the same time much to your
cost. Thus, by cutting off a couple of fingers,
you learn by experience not to meddle with edge
tools!
Edward Everett.


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My son has said that when anything lies heavy
on us, we must work it off; and that whenever he
has had a sorrow, he has got a song out of it.
Mother of Goethe.
Do your work; but when it is done, train the
vines and roses over your door.
Charlotte P. Hawes.
SOMETHING attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
H. W. Longfellow.
The world is his who has patience.
On ne vaut que ce qu'on veut valoir.
La Bruyère.
LE bien ne fait pas de bruit; le bruit ne fait pas
de bien.
Angelus Silesius.
THEY are the most uncharitable towards error
who have never experienced how hard a matter it
is to come at the truth!
St. Augustine.
TAE three things most difficult are, to keep a
secret; to forget an injury; and to make a good
use of leisure.
Chilo.
DEEM every day in your life a leaf in your his-
tory. Each day is a new life : regard it, therefore,
as an epitome of the whole. Eastern Sayings.
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But let me make one useful resolve; ay, when
I say I'll do a thing to do it; it will save me a
world of trouble, and, what is more, of thought.
If he had promised an acorn, and the acorn
season failed in England, he would have sent to
Norway for one!
A LITTLE integrity is better than any career.
· Emerson.
WHAT mortal's head has not some phantom
walking in it, towards which he turns in a vacant
hour to play with, as with a puppet? Musæus.
BIEN écouter, c'est presque répondre.
Marivaux.
THEY who wish to sing, always find a song.
Swedish.
His countenance is like a blessing. Sterne.
EVERY year of my life I grow more convinced
that it is wisest and best to fix our attention on
the beautiful and good, and dwell as little as pos-
sible on the dark and base.
Cecil.
WHOEVER in the darkness lighteth another with
a lamp, lighteth himself also.
Auerbach.
SPEAK no disagreeable truth, speak no agree-
able falsehood.
KEEP true to the dreams of thy youth.
Schiller.


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THOUGHT is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught;
We are spirits clad in veils :
Man by man was never seen,
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
C. P. Cranch.
It were no difficult thing to demonstrate that
the gods are as mindful of the minute as of the
vast.
Plato.
CHAQUE monde peut-être n'est qu'un atome, et
chaque atome est un monde.
De Stael.
THERE are many echoes in the world, but few
voices.
Goethe.
THEY are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
Lowell.
LIVE not without a friend, the Alpine rock must
own
Its mossy grace, or else be nothing but a stone.
Live not without a God, however low or high,
In every house should be a window to the sky.
W. W. Story.
HOPE and confidence are the truest religion, and
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THINK truly, and thy thought
Shall the world's famine feed;
Speak truly, and thy word
Shall be a fruitful seed;
Live truly, and thy life shall be
A great and noble creed.
THERE is a transcendent power in example. We
reform others unconsciously when we walk up-
rightly.
Madame Swetchine.
WHEN men speak ill of thee, live so that no-
body will believe them.
Plato.
EVER manly be;
Think the king sees thee: for his King does.
George Herbert.
THE Acts of this life shall be the Fate of the.
next.
Oriental.
WHOEVER fears God, fears to sit at ease.
E. B. Browning.
He who has learned, and does not teach, is like
a myrtle in the desert.
Talmud.
Much have I learned from my masters, more
from my colleagues, most from my disciples.
Talmud.
He who loses anything, and gets Wisdom by it,
is a gainer by the loss.


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
He that speaks truth must have one leg in the
stirrup
Turkish.
HAVE not the cloak to make when it beginneth
to rain.
The person who considers everything, will never
decide on any thing.
Italian.
IF all fools wore white caps, we should look like
a flock of geese!
THE pinions of one goose have sometimes been
taken to spread the o-pinions of another!
I NEVER had a piece of bread
Particularly large and wide
But fell upon the sanded floor
And always on the buttered side!
Un jour en vaut deux, pour qui fait chaque
chose en son lieu.
THE very sooth of it is that an ill habit has the
force of an ill fate.
He that despiseth small things shall fall by
little and little.
Hebrew.
Do you know the road where dollars lie?
Follow the red cents here and there;
For if a man leaves them, I guess
He won't find dollars anywhere !
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unto one's self a wife, to buy a horse, or invest in
a melon, the wise man will recommend himself to
Providence, and draw his bonnet over his eyes,
Francesco Sforza.
To resist old age, one must combine the body,
the mind, and the heart; to keep these in parallel
vigor, one must exercise, study, and love.
Pictet de Sergy.
THREE NEW ENGLAND EPITAPHS.
HERE lies a mother and a wife,
Who years went weary of her life.
West Newton, Mass.
ON A YOUNG GIRL.
“ DEATH loves a shining mark” and in this case
he had it!
Lancaster, N. H.
ON SOLOMON DRESSER. .
HILARITY he viewed with great disgust;
And pitched his tent far off among the just.
Lunenburg, Mass.
THREE things travellers must not lose: their
luggage, their temper, or their health.
AFTER SIXTY.
EMPLOYMENT without labor; exercise without
weariness; temperance without abstinence.
Dr. James Jackson.


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FOR promoting tranquillity, both mental and
corporeal, a clean skin may be regarded as next in
efficacy to a clean conscience! Dr. Kitchener.
A SUBJECT-MATTER OF THOUGHT.
THINK of millions of minute orifices (sudori-
parous glands), three thousand five hundred and
twenty-eight tubes on a square inch of the palm
of the hand! Twenty-eight miles of tubing spread
over the surface of the body!
DROP by drop water distilleth from the rock,
till at length it becometh a sea. Persian.
“ No! All's gone wrong with me to-day,”
You — saddle up, then, and gallop away!
Goethe.
ETERNAL vigilance is the price of comfort.
WHEN a family rises early in the morning, con-
clude the house to be well governed. Chinese.
THE cream of the day rises with the sun.
OBSERVE the edge, and take the linen; observe
the mother, and take the daughter. Turkish.
What we saved — we lost;
What we spent — we had;
What we gave - we have.
God loves a cheerful giver.


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Oh sleep! it is a blessed thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given !
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
S. T. Coleridge.
SLEEP, riches, and health, are only truly en-
joyed after they have been interrupted.
J. P. F. Richter.
MILLIONS of spiritual creatures walk the earth
unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
Paradise Lost, Book IV.
Who can reason away a feeling? You may as
well attack a shadow with a battering ram!
What is called and thought a hardship is
nothing; one unhappy feeling is worth a thou-
sand years of it!
HEALTH and mirth create beauty. Spanish.
HEALTH is the vital principle of bliss, and exer-
cise of health.
“ Castle of Indolence," J. Thompson.
He who hath good health is young: and he is
rich who owes nothing.
He who has health has hope; and he who has
hope has everything.
Arabian.


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TEMPLAR.
Why are all things on earth so many-sided,
And all their sides so hard to reconcile ?
SALADIN.
Hold ever to the best, and give God thanks,
'Tis His to reconcile them.
Lessing. (Nathan the Wise.).
BREAK, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, oh sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
The stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still !
Tennyson.
-Oh, how far,
How far and safe, God, dost thou keep thy saints
When once gone from us! We may call against
The lighted windows of thy fair June-heaven
Where all the souls are happy,- and not one,
Not even my father, look from work or play
To ask, “Who is it that cries after us,
Below there, in the dusk ?”
E. B. Browning.
To recover tone after loss and blight, and store
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and intelligence, courage, outlook of hope, this is
the first and most fundamental of all duties; for
without it man has no resource, either for his own
cure and help, or for the cure and help of others.
Francis Tiffany.
EXTRACT FROM “MY TRIUMPH.”
SWEETER than any sung,
My songs that found no tongue;
Nobler than any fact,
My wish that failed of act.
Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of, win.
What matter, I or they ?
Mine, or another's day,
So the right word be said,
And life be sweeter made ?
Hail to the coming singers !
Hail to the brave light-bringers !
Whittier.
WHEN thou wishest to delight thyself, think of
the virtues of those who live with thee; for in-
stance, the activity of one, the modesty of another,
and the liberality of a third, and some other good
quality of a fourth.
Marcus Antoninus.


134
ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
IF I were a day-fly I would get as much as
possible into my day. Though we should have
our be-all and our end-all here, morality would still
be the means of assuring the greatest good of the
greatest number.
J. W. Chadwick.
HOPE in all that is good. Believe in it, love it,
not with the love of passion, but with that of your
whole being, mind, heart, and conscience.
Sterling.
WICKEDNESS on earth is infinitely less than is
talked about and believed. To be sure there is still
too much misfortune, distress, and horrible crimes;
but the pleasure of complaining, and the excite-
ment of magnifying, is such that at the least
scratch you cry out, “the earth is deluged with
blood.” If you have been cheated, then the whole
world is full of perjury.
Voltaire.
MARCUS Antoninus compared the wise and hu-
man soul to a spring of pure water which blesses
even him who curses it; and the oriental story
likens such a soul to the sandalwood tree which
imparts its fragrance even to the axe which cuts
it down.
OUR chief study is that of human life, the good
and evil of which he that is best able to support is
in my opinion the best educated ; and hence it
follows that true education consists less in precept
than in action.


138
ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
heavens. This is a poor and feeble illustration.
Nevertheless, to the humble glow-worm was given
light enough for her own path, light enough for
the guidance or warning of another. Editor.
No man ever understood this universe ; each
man may understand what good and manful work
it lies with him to accomplish in it.
Thomas Carlisle.
The last, best fruit which comes to late perfec-
tion, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness
towards the hard, forbearance towards the unfor-
bearing, philanthropy towards the misanthropic.
Richter.
It is said that at the sight of the Apollo, the
body erects itself, and assumes a more dignified
attitude. In the same way, the soul should feel
itself raised and ennobled by the recollection of a
good man's life.
WALK
Boldly and wisely in the light thou hast;
There is a Hand above will help thee on.
P.J. Bailey.
He who in old age can do without love, never
in his youth possessed the right sort, over which
years have no power.
J. P. F. Richter.
EVEN by means of our sorrows we belong to
the Eternal Plan.
Humboldt.


140
ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
Sometimes the threads so rough and fast
And tangled fly,
I know wild storms are sweeping past,
And fear that I
Shall fall; but dare not try to find
A safer place, since I am blind.
I know not why, but I am sure
That tint and place
In some great fabric to endure
Past time and race
My threads will have; so from the first,
Though blind, I never felt accurst.
But listen, listen, day by day
To hear their tread
Who bear the finished web away,
And cut the thread,
And bring God's message in the sun,
“ Thou poor blind spinner, work is done."
H. H. Jackson.
LIFE! we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather.
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear:
Then steal away, give little warning –
Choose thine own time;
Say not “Good night,” but in some brighter clime
Bid me, “Good morning.”
A. L. Barbauld.


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
141
For ere we journey, ever should we take
A sweet leave of our friends, and wish them
well,
And tell them to take heed, and bear in mind
Our blessing.
B. W. Proctor.
EVENING BRINGS US HOME.
UPON the hills the wind is sharp and cold;
The sweet young grasses wither on the wold;
And we, oh Lord, have wandered from thy fold;
But evening brings us home.
We have been wounded by the hunter's darts; .
Our eyes are very heavy, and our hearts
Search for thy coming: when the light departs
At evening, bring us home.
LES moissons pour mûrir ont besoin de rosée ;
Pour vivre et pour sentir, l'homme a besoin des
pleurs.
Alfred de Musset.
6 THE CLOUDS RETURN AFTER THE RAIN.”
Ecclesiastes, XII.
In Childhood, teardrops freely flow,
While smiles chase back each mimic woe;
We mark glad sunshine peering through
The mists which veil our heavenward view -
No clouds return.


142
ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
In Youth, tears gush like summer rain,
Leaving slight trace on flowery plain ;
New phantoms still our souls deceive;
Again we hope, again we grieve —
No clouds return.
In Manhood, tears more rarely flow-
A few brief drops to human woe;
Then seek we life’s enslaving din,
Red gold to hoard, fresh fame to win —
No clouds return.
In Age, the teardrops slowly fall,
Wrung forth by sorrow's bitterest thrall ;
In vain, alas! the ceaseless grief,
The o'erburdened heart wins no relief -
The clouds return.
Gladly our Fatherland we greet,
Where severed love and friendship meet;
Where cluster all things pure and fair,
And angel spirits welcome, where
No clouds return.
Editor.
How careful one ought to be to be kind and
thoughtful to one's old friends. It is so soon too
late to be good to them, and then one is always so
grieved.
S. 0. Jewett.
And thou art gone, and we are going all,
Like flowers we wither, and like leaves we fall.
G. Crabbe.


144
ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
SWEET mournful eyes, long closed upon earth's
sorrow,
Sleep restfully after life's fevered dream;
Sleep, wayward heart, till on some cool, bright
morrow
Thy soul shall bathe refreshed in morning's beam.
Though cloud and shadow rest upon thy story,
And rude hands lift the drapery of thy pall,
Time, as a birthright, shall restore thy glory,
And Heaven rekindle all the stars that fall.
S. H. Whitman.
WEAVING THE WEB.
. “This morn I will weave my web,” she said,
As she stood by her loom in the rosy light,
And her young eyes, hopefully glad and clear,
Followed afar the swallow's flight.
“ As soon as the day's first tasks are done,
While yet I am fresh and strong,” said she,
“I will hasten to weave the beautiful web
Whose pattern is known to none but me!
“I will weave it fine, I will weave it fair,
And ah! how the colors will glow !” she said ;
“So fadeless and strong will I weave my web
That perhaps it will live after I am dead.”
But the morning hours sped on apace,
The air grew sweet with the breath of June;
And young Love hid by the waiting loom,
Tangling the threads as he hummed a tune.


146
ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
It is growing too dark to weave!" she cried,
As lower and lower sank the sun.
She dropped the shuttle; the loom stood still;
The weaver slept in the twilight gray.
Dear heart! Will she weave her beautiful web
In the golden light of a longer day?
Julia C. R. Dorr.
THERE is a secret drawer in every heart,
Wherein we lay our treasures one by one;
Each dear remembrance of the buried past,
Each cherished relic of the time that 's gone:
The song that thrilled our very souls with joy;
The gentle word that unexpected came;
The gift we prized because the thought was
kind;
The thousand thousand things that have no
name.
THE day we fear as our last is but the birth-
day of our eternity ; what we fear as a rock proves
to be a port.
Seneca.
Which of us shall be the soonest,
Folded to that dim Unknown?
Which shall leave the others walking
In this flinty path alone ?
One by one we miss the voices
Which we loved so well to hear;
One by one the kindly faces
In that shadow disappear.


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
147
Yet upon the mist before us,
Fix thine eyes with closer view;
See, beneath its sullen borders
Rosy morning glimmers through.
MERCIFULLY grant that we may grow aged to-
gether. Book of Tobit. Marriage Prayer.
FROM the banquet of life rise a satisfied guest,
Thank the Lord of the Feast, and in hope go to
• rest.
Dr. Aikin.
ANOTHER LIFE-DRAMA.
AND so, my fellow-spectator at the great show
of the Four Seasons, I wish you a pleasant seat
through the performance, and that you may see
as many repetitions of the same as it is good for
you to witness, which will be arranged for you by
the Manager of the Exhibition. After a time you
will notice that the light fatigues the eyes, so that
by degrees they grow dim, and the ear becomes a
little dull to the music, and possibly you may find
yourself somewhat weary — for many of the seats
are very far from being well cushioned, and not a
few find their bones aching after they have seen
the white drop-curtain lifted and let down a cer-
tain number of times. There are no checks given
you as you pass out, by which you can return to
the place you have left. But we are told that
there is another exhibition to follow, in which the


ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
157
Joy even in the shapeless thought,
That, some day, when all tasks are wrought,
I shall explore that yasty deep
Beyond the frozen gates of sleep.
For joy attunes all beating things,
With me each rhythmic atom sings,
From glow till gloom, from murk till morn,
O glad am I that I was born!
H. P. Spofford.
FOREVER from the hand that takes
One blessing from us, others fall;
And, soon or late, our Father makes
His perfect recompense to all!
J. G. Whittier.
THE evening of life brings with it its lamp.
Joubert.
O My friends, if this winged and swift life be
all our life, what a mournful taste have we had of
possible happiness! But if we can find ground
for believing that this quickly measured space of
Life is but the beginning, — the dim day-break of
a Life immeasurable, never attaining to its night,
- what weight shall we any longer allow to the
cares, fears, toils, sorrows which here have some-
times bowed down our strength to the ground?—
a burden more than we could bear. Let us out
and look at the sky.
John Wilson (alias Christopher North).


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ECHOES OF MANY VOICES.
WHERE IS GOD?
I.
“Oh, where is the sea ?” the fishes cried,
As they swam the crystal clearness through,
“We've heard from of old of the ocean's tide,
And we long to look on the waters blue;
The wise ones speak of the infinite sea,
O who can tell us if such there be ?”
II.
The bird flew up in the morning bright,
And sung and balanced on sunny wings:
And this was its song, “I see the light,
I look o'er a world of beautiful things;
But, flying and singing everywhere,
In vain I have searched to find the air !”
M.J. Savage.
SHADOWS..
I WAS Walking the other day with my little girl,
who was in a fine, frolicsome mood, when she
suddenly left me, and began to hop and skip about
in a most strange and comical manner; and when
I asked her what she was doing, she said, “I am
trying, mamma, to tread on the head of my
shadow!” This answer not only amused me, but
it led me back to the past, back to my own child-
hood, when I attempted the same mad exploit,
with my own shadow, when —


IN D E X.
Adoration . . . . . . . 93 Experience ... . . . 115
Anger ........ 115 Faith . ...... 130, 148
Aspiration ...... Flowers ...... 13, 35
Babyhood . . . . . . 51-57 | Fools . . . . . . . . 26
Being . . . . . . . . 64 Forebodings ...... 95
Cares . . . . . . . . 19 Forgiveness. ... 108, 134
Castle-Building. .... 16 | Fortune ....... 101
Character ..... 99, 108 Freedom ...... 80
Charity . ....... 97 Friendship .. 68, 69, 85, 88
Cheerfulness . . . 16, 74, 101 Gardening ...... 63
Childhood . ..... 57–60 Gladness. . . . . . . 156
Clouds . . . . . . . . 141 God
·····129, 158
Contentment. . . . . 17 | Happiness. . . . . . . 90
Courage . . . . . 87, 119 | Health . . . . . . . . 127
Criticism ... .... 71 Heaven . . . . . . . 80
Death .......
Heredity ....... 27
Decision ...... Home ....... 27, 28
Departed, The ....
Hope ... 22, 83, 107, 134
Destiny. ...... Horses . ....... 47, 49
Disappointment ... Hospitality ...... 51
Disillusion . . . . . . 44 Ideals ....... 21, 31
Dogs . ...... 46, 48, 50 Ill Luck ..... 96, 122
Economy . . . . . 108, 123 Immortality . . 128, 149, 153
Edelweiss . . . . .. 94 Indian Summer . . . . 91, 92
Education . .... 134, 135 Individuality ..... 24
Eldorado ....... 18 | Influence ....... 23
Epitaphs ....114, 124 Integrity ....... 117
Eternity ....... 25 | Justice . ....... 26
Exaggeration .... . 134 Kindness . . . . 15, 51, 142
Example ....... 120 | Knowledge ...... 135
. 128
163


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INDEX.
.
67,70
Labor . . . . . . 107, 116 | Silence . . . . . . . . 112
Life ..... . 113, 144 Sky . . . . . . . . . 17
Love . 29–34, 38–44, 78, 92, 103 Sleep . . . . . . 126, 127
Lying . . . . . . . . 53
speech .
Speech : ...
. . . . . . 45
Manners . . . . . 86, 114 Spinning ....... 139
Mother-Love...... 77 Spring ........ 83
Motherless . .. ... 76 Struggle ....... 101
Moving . . . . . . . . 52 Success...... 101, 102
Mystery . . . . . 153, 154
Sunset . . . . 151
Nature . . . . . . . 11-17 Sympathy. ... ... 43
Nobody. ...25 Threes, The ...... 123
Nonsense ......
Tranquillity .....
Occupation ...... Trees . . . . . . . . 36
October ....... 92 Trinity . . . . . . . . 23
Old Age ....... 148 Trouble . . . . . . . 97
Optimism . . . . . . . 22 Trust ... 104, 143, 150, 153
Patience .. 85, 88, 116, 133 Truth ..... 20, 105, 114
Patriotism ...... Unselfishness ..... 91
Poverty ....... 107 Vacation ...... 12, 17
Prudence . .... 112, 114 Wedding, Silver .... 45
Pygmies ....... Wife. . . . . . . . . 32
Recompense . ...... Wisdom ... .... 128
Regret . · · · · ·
Woman .... 53, 65, 72
Religion .... .. Woman's Advice . ... 85
Retribution ..... Woman's Rights . . 26, 109
Self-Appreciation .... Work ........ 84
Shadows ....... 158
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