0£ WITT & SNELUN6 BOOKSELLERS Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from Microsoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/bluemondaybookOOhainrich ■q P Cfce Mint jflflonfcap ilook There are some moments in our fate That stamp the colour of our days, As, till then, life bad not been felt L.E.L. COMPILED AND ARRANGED BY Jennie Day Haines ^ f d PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY PUBLISHERS, SAN FRANCISCO b □ og- ^ THE origin of Blue Monday, we are told, dates back to an old Bavarian custom of decorating the churches in blue, on the Monday before Lent. Nowadays, any, or every Monday may be a Blue Monday — when the soul is so enveloped in the "blues," that life can only be viewed "through a glass darkly." A specific remedy for each of these blue-letter days is hereinafter pre- sented. Copyright, 1905 by Paul Elder and Company San Francisco The Tomoye Pre* d q D $relutre m TF, HOWEVER, I can by a lucky 1 chance, in these days of evil, rub out X one wrinkle from the brow of care, or beguile the heavy heart of one moment of sadness; if I can, now and then, pen- etrate the gathering film of misanthropy, prompt a benevolent view of human nature, and make my reader more in good humour with his fellow-beings and himself, surely, surely I shall not have written in vain. — Washington Irving. d h mSfrl «0(Y706 q D ftt# isirxt iHontiar in ^atwat:? m Goe not halfe-way to meete a coming sorrowe, Butte thankful bee for blessings of to-day, And pray that thou mayest blessed bee to-morrowe, So shalt thou goe with joy upon thy way. — Adolphus Goss. m For Yesterday is but a Dream, And To-morrow is only a Vision, But To-day, Well lived, makes every Yesterday z^ A Dream of Happiness, And every To-morrow a Vision of Hope." A sound Mind in a sound Body is a short but full description of a happy State in this World. Locke. d b hrl ^econn 'Blue jttontia? in ^January m I once gave a lady two-and-twenty receipts against mel- ancholy; one was a bright fire; another, to remember all the pleasant things said to her; another, to keep a box of sugar- plums on the chimney-piece and a kettle simmering on the hob. I thought this mere trifling at the moment, but have in after life discovered how true it is that these little pleasures often banish melancholy better than higher and more exalted objects ; and that no means ought to be thought too trifling which can oppose it either in ourselves or in others. — Sydney Smith. "The inner side of every cloud Is bright and shining, I therefore turn my clouds about And always wear them inside out To show the lining." You needn't pick up any worries. You can get them anywhere as you go along. __ Mrs . A . D . T# Whitney. ISl q D C^fm 'Blue jftonaai? fn %anmvy Ml I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chief est of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freaked with jet" Is still the heart's-ease that the poets knew. Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought. ^— — Sarah Doudney. Yellow for the days of sunshine, White for days of peace and rest, Purple ones for feasts and high days, Wine red for the days love blest. — Mildred Howells. HeartVease or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart' s-ease. — Algernon S.vinburne. d h |bteJ q p econti 'Blue flitmbav in piavtf) m If no one ever marries me I shaVt mind very much; I shall buy a squirrel in a cage And a little rabbit hutch. I shall have a cottage near a wood, And a pony all my own, And a little lamb quite clean and tame That I can take to town. And when I'm getting really old, — At twenty-eight or nine — I shall buy a little orphan girl And bring her up as mine. — Laurens Alma -Tadema. If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old. — James A. Garfield. •10- e#rt> 'Blue fsionnay in iEarc^ m There is surely a vernal solstice for us also, and we must not bar out the sun's rays if we would start afresh ! " Let the dead past bury its dead** ; for us a new turning-point is reached. We will neither repine nor look backward ; forward and up- ward is the call of the spring ; life which conquers and tri- umphs is the Easter story. — m^. j ames Farley Cox. I might mention all the charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the mountain-lark, in wandering through still lanes when freshly opened flowers filled them with a sacred, silent beauty — where would be the use of my descriptive catalogue? I could never make you know what I meant by a bright spring day. —George Eliot. It is as manifestly unfair to judge of a place by its March as to judge a mans disposition by the hour before dinner. —Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. -11- q ft outty "Blue iftonDa? in jHarc]} M If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling plash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence To break the endless song. If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief. — Henry Van Dyke. God set some souls in shade alone, They have no daylight of their own ; Only in lives of happier ones They see the shine of distant suns. — Mrs. A. D.T.Whitney. d b HH ifffftij 'hint itton&a? in fmtty m A life of slothful ease, a life of that peace which springs merely from lack either of desire or of power to strive after great things, is as little worthy of a nation as of an individual. — Theodore Roosevelt The men whom I have seen succeed best in life have always been cheerful and hopeful men, who went about their business with a smile on their faces, and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like men, facing rough and smooth alike as it came, and so found the truth of the old proverb that "good times and bad times and all times pass on." — Charles Kingsley . No work is worth doing badly, and he who puts his best into every task that comes to him will surely outstrip the man who waits for a great opportunity before he condescends to exert himself. —Joseph Chamberlain. _ IS tffrjst TSlut jftonton? in aptfl m The most completely lost of all days is the one in which we have not laughed. __ — Chamfort. Great and wise men have ever loved laughter. The vain, the ignorant, the dishonest, the pretentious alone have dreaded or despised it, - - — Fra Elburtus. I am persuaded that every time a man smiles, — but much more so when he laughs, — it adds something to his fragment of life. _ —Sterne. Would ye leam the road to Laughtertown, O ye who have lost the way? Would ye have young heart though your hair be gray? Go learn from a little child each day. Go serve his wants and play his play, And catch the lilt of his laughter gay, And follow his dancing feet as they stray; For he knows the road to Laughtertown, O ye who have lost the way ! — Katherine D. Blake. M Elf ^p" D 1 ^ecotrt 'Blue ittonton? in aptil m What would become of you if it had pleased Providence to make the weather unchangeable? —Sydney Smith. "Whatever the weather may be," says he, "Whatever the weather may be, It 's the songs ye sing, and the smiles ye wear, That's a makin' the sun shine everywhere." _____ — James Whitcomb Riley. "Young man," remarked the philosopher, "it is foolish for you to find fault with the weather. You ought to be grateful for the blessings you have. As for myself, when I wake in the morning I thank God that there is any weather at all." " Life is sweet, brother ! There's day and night, brother! both sweet things ; sun, moon, and stars, brother ! all sweet things. There is likewise a wind on the heath." A day's grief out of some a year's life washes ; Some shed it like ducks' backs and mackintoshes. — N. P. WilEs. d b ••15* p C^ira 'Blue jttonaai? in aptil Go, make thy garden fair as thou canst, Thou workest never alone ; Perchance he whose plot is next to thine Will see it, and mend his own. - — Robert Collyer. Sow with a generous hand; Pause not for toil or pain; Sow, and look onward, upward; You shall reap in joy the harvest You have sown to-day in tears. — Adelaide A. Procter. The years are flowers and bloom within Eternity's wide garden ; The rose for joy, the thorn for sin, The gardener God, to pardon All wilding growths, to prune, reclaim, And make them rose-like in His name. — Richard Burton. ►16- [g | m fourth 'Blue ittonuat in aptfl Ml Half the gossip of society would perish, if the books that are truly worth reading were but read. —Dawson. Mark there ! We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits ... so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth — Tis then we get the right good from a book. — Elizabeth B. Browning. A good book, whether a novel or not, is one that leaves you further on than when you took it up. If when you drop it, it drops you down in the same old spot, with no finer out- look, no clearer vision, no stimulated desires for that which is better and higher, it is in no sense a good book. — Anna Warner. -17- d p fiim TSlut jtton&a? in jtta? mi I think the pale blue clouds of May Drop down and turn to flowers. — Thomas B. Aldrich. A branch of May we have brought you, And at your door it stands ; It is but a sprout, but it's budded out By the work of our Lord's hands. — May- day Carol. There is May in books forever: May will part from Spenser never; May's in Milton, May's in Prior, May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Byer, May's in all the Italian books, Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves In happy places they call shelves, And will rise and dress your rooms With a drapery thick with blooms. — Leigh Hunt. lEi "Id q D m Some people have to have their sunshine warm; others are satisfied just with its being sunshine. — Alice Wellington Rollins. Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. — j m. Barrie. It was only a glad "good morning,** As she passed along the way; But it spread the morning's glory Over the livelong day. — Carlotta Perry. Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindnesses and small obliga- tions given habitually are what win and preserve the heart, and secure comfort. — Sir H. Davy. d _j HH q 3 €#tf> "Blue iHon&a? fit $iai? Ml I know a place where the sun is like gold, And the cherry blooms burst with snow, And down underneath is the loveliest nook Where the four-leaf clovers grow. One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith, And one is for love, you know ; And God put another one in for luck, — If you search you will find where they grow. But you must have hope, and you must have faith, You must love and be strong ; and so, If you work, if you wait, you will find the place Where the four-leaf clovers grow. — Ella Higginson. Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile ; some have a sad ex- pression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest, and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock. __ Henry Wasd Bmam d h ■ q J tfouttlj 'Blue jttonDa? fn jfttav w Wings for the angels, but feet for men ! We may borrow the wings to find the way; We may hope and resolve, aspire and pray; But our feet must rise, or we fall again. Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls ; But the dreams depart and the vision falls, And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. Heaven is not reached at a single bound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to trie vaulted skies, And we mount to the summit round by round. —J. G. Holland. If hell is paved with resolutions, heaven is vaulted with them. — Maud Wilder Goodwin. d h I- 2 H Dl ID m Talk happiness : the world Is sad enough Without your woes. No path is wholly rough. Look for the places that are smooth and clear, And speak of those to rest the weary ear Of earth, so hurt by one continuous strain Of human discontent and pain. Talk health : the dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping on that minor chord, disease. Say you are well, or all is well with you, And God shall hear your words and make them true. ■ — " Success." Talk about happiness ! Why, a well beggar has a better time of it than a sick king, any day. Amber. The gayest castles in the air are better for comfort and for use than the dungeons in the air that are daily dug by dis- contented people. — Emerson. -22- q D an Some people are always finding fault with nature for putting thorns on roses : I always thank her for putting roses on thorns. — Alphonse Karr. Why came the rose ? Because the sun in shining, Found in the mould some atoms rare and fine : And stooping, drew and warmed them into growing, — Dust, with the spirit's mystic countersign. i — Mary Louise Ritter. Wild Rose Some innocent girlish Kisses by a charm Changed to a flight of small pink Butterflies, To waver under June's delicious skies Across gold-sprinkled meads — the merry swarm A smiling powerful word did next transform To little Roses mesh'd in green, allies Of earth and air, and everything we prize For mirthful, gentle, delicate, and warm. — William AUingham. b jh*d q p ^•econn "Blue jtton&a? in 3|une Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet and thrush say, "1 love, and I love!" In the winter they're silent; the wind is so strong; What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing and loving, — all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings, and forever, sings he, " I love my love, and my love loves me." — Samuel Coleridge. "The bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : In lark and nightingale, we see What honor hath Humility." d h taa-l €#«> 'Blue itton&a? in 3Itme m Rose dreamed she was a lily, Lily dreamed she was a rose ; Robin dreamed he was a sparrow, What the owl dreamed no one knows. But they all woke up together As happy as could be, Said each one : " You 're lovely, neighbor, But I'm very glad I'm me.° M. EL Life's attar of roses is as rare as it is precious, and it takes the sunshine of many summers and the braving of many thorns to produce a single drop. But that drop when pro- duced is worth all that it cost, and the perfume of it will last forever. — £H en Thorneycroft Fowler. The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand and share its dew-drops with another near. — Elizabeth B. Browning. dl — i is i □ D tftnxvty "Blue pLonbay in fune m Life is but once; we shall never pass this way again; Drink the cup, wear the roses, live the verses. — Mary Johnston. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying ; And the same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his Race be run, And nearer he's to setting. — Robert Herrick. The rose upon my balcony, the morning air perfuming, Was leafless all the winter-time and pining for the spring; You ask me why her breath is sweet, and why her cheek is . . blooming, — It is because the sun is out and birds begin to sing. — Thackeray. d HH q r f iffl TBlue jEmt&a? fn 9Iulv Ni I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty: I woke and found that life was Duty: Was then thy dream a shadowy lie ? Toil on sad heart courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee. — Ellen Sturgis Hooper. There is only one stimulant that never fails, and yet never intoxicates, — Duty. Duty puts a blue sky over every man, — up in his heart, maybe, — into which the skylark, hap- piness, always goes singing. __ G D . p ren tice. With most men duty means something unpleasant which the other fellow ought to do. —George Horace Lorimer. The sum of duty let two words contain, (O may they graven in thy heart remain!) Be humble and be just. —Matthew Prior. h -27- q 3 m Who shall despair while the fields of earth are sown with flowers and the fields of heaven blossom with stars ? — Hamilton Wright Mabie. Think not the distant stars are cold ; say not the forces of the universe are against thee ; believe not that the course of things below is a relentless fate, for thou canst see the stars, thou canst use the forces : if right, thy will is unconquerable, and by it thou art the maker and lord of destiny. — Giles. A beam of light from the infinite depths of the midnight sky, Painted with infinite love a star in a convict's eye ; When, lo! the ghosts of his sins were afraid and fled with a curse, And the soul of the man walked free in the fields of the universe. _j onn Jerome Rooney. d h ••28* q D C^frD T5lm jttonDa? in 3!ul? Ml Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the Eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered : "Tis the heaven of flowers you see there; - All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us." — Longfellow. O beautiful rainbow; — all woven of light! There's not in thy tissue one shadow of night: Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear, And, bending above thee, the angels draw near, And sing, — "The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here." — Mrs. Sarah J. Hale. d h •»29«- q n tfoutti& T5lut jfton&a? in %\x\y m Though we should be grateful for good homes, there is no house like God's out-of-doors. — Robert Louis Stevenson. To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. — John Keats. d h •»30*» q p ffrjst 'Blue pumbay in august m Auspicious Hope! in thy sv-r* garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe. ___ — Campbell. Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth, Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth ; Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white, Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight ; Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth, But the rose with all its thorns excels them both. — Christina G. Rossetti. Hope looks for something every morning, otherwise life would be impossible. _ Henry Sienkiewicz. I find earth not gray but rosy, Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop ? I pluck a posy. Do I stand and stare? All's blue. — Robert Browning. d h ••31* q P m Throughout the living summer day The Leaf and twin-born Shadow play Till Leaf to Shadow fade, Then, hidden for a season brief, They dream, till Shadow turn to Leaf, As Leaf was turned to Shade. —John B. Tabb. Leaves are light and useless, and idle, and wavering, and changeable ; they even dance ; yet God has made them part of the oak. In so doing He has given us a lesson not to deny the stout-heartedness within, because we see lightsomeness without. —Hare. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made. — Edmund Waller. d |«M~| C&irt "Blue jtton&n? in augugt m Build a little fence of trust Around to-day: Fill the space with loving work And therein stay. Peer not through the sheltering bars At to-morrow : God will help thee bear what comes Of joy or sorrow. _ Mrs . M# p. Butts. Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear as the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts that work no harm do terrify us more than men in steel with bloody purpose. — T. B. Aldrich. Grief is always conceited. It always thinks its case pe- culiar and unmatched. —Henry Ward Beecher. The habit of looking on the best side of every event is worth more than a thousand pounds a year. —Johnson. -33- q D {fourth I3lue ittonHa^ in august m Awake ! Arise ! the hour is late ! Angels are knocking at thy door! They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more. _____ — Longfellow. Once only did the Angel stir The pool, whereat She paused in pain: Another's step outspeeded her ; The waters ne'er have moved again. —John B.Tabb. Once, perhaps, in each crisis of our lives our guardian angel stands before us with his hand full of golden opportunity, which if we grasp, it is well with us; but woe to us if we turn our backs sullenly on our gentle visitor, and scorn his celestial gift! Never again is the gracious treasure offered, and the favorable moment returns no more. — Maxwell Gray. b h 34 *! □ p jffft^ TBlue ittontwi? in august »* If wishing were being, we'd all be beautiful, Healthy and wealthy, wise and dutiful; If wishing were having — what pleasure untold; With a heartful of joy and purseful of gold! But wishes, alas ! are but empty bubbles, And the longing heart may teem with troubles, So idle wishing is vain, forsooth, As the endless search for the fountain of youth. But work that holds wealth may be had for the taking, Though it may not bring health, 'tis a balm for heart-aching; And study makes wise, and love, people say, Gives the beauty that's truest, which lasts for aye. Then away with longing, and ho ! for labor 1 And ho ! for love — each one for his neighbor ! For a life of labor and study and love Is the life that fits for the joy above. — Emma C. DowcL D b |»35-1 al In f irist 'Blue jfton&a? in September W Labor, the symbol of man s punishment ; Labor, the secret of mans happiness. — James Montgomery. Men have certain work to do for their bread, and that is to be done strenuously; others work for their delight, and that is to be done heartily; neither is to be done by halves or shifts, but with a will, and what is not worth that effort is not to be done at all. __j onn R us kin. What though unmarked the happy workman toil, And break unthanked of men the stubborn clod? It is enough, for sacred is the toil; Dear are the hills of God. _j ean fog^. Labor is discovered to be the grand conqueror, enriching and building up nations more surely than the proudest battles. — William Ellery Channing. 1 1. _ "i oar n ^econa islut ittou&a? in September m "Don't never pay t' go lookin* fer trouble — it's tew easy t' find. There ain't no sech thing's trouble *n this world 'less ye look fer it. Happiness won't hev nuthin* t' dew with a man thet likes trouble. 'Minnit a man stops lookin' fer trouble happiness '11 look fer him." Irving Bacheller. A trouble either can be remedied, or it cannot If it can be, then set about it ; if it cannot be, dismiss it from con- sciousness, or bear it so bravely that it may become trans- figured to a blessing. _ jji ian Whiting. Some of your griefs you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived; But what torments of pain you endured From evils that never arrived ! — Adapted from the French. Those who borrow trouble multiply it, and then lend it to their friends. _ Ch^e, Peake# -37- D qfyvb TSlut jftonDar in ^eptetttibet? Mi "Now is the time! ah, friend, no longer wait To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer To those around whose lives may be so drear; They may not need you in the coming year — Now is the time!" Boys flying kites haul in their white-winged birds; You can t do that when you're flying words. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead, But God himself can't kill them when they're said. —Will Carleton. Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing, and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well. No one ever yet was the poorer in the long run for having once in a lifetime "let out all the length of all the reins." —Mary Cholmondeley. h 1 -38- q D • fourth 'Blue jftonna? in September III If things go wrong in the household, As they often will, you know, Or you're worried out with cares that vex, And the children try you so, Don't sit in the vale of shadows Or stoop to be a scold: 'Twill only make bad worse, you see, While you grow gray and old. — mm ^ m — Helen Rich. If you'll sing a song as you go along, In the face of the real or fancied wrong, In spite of the doubt if you'll fight it out, And show a heart that is brave and stout; If you'll laugh at the jeer and refuse the tears, You'll force the ever-reluctant cheers That the world denies when a coward cries, To give to the man who bravely tries. And you'll win success with a little song — If you'll sing the song as you go along! — Robert McClain Fields. d h ••39-| □ tfirsst %lm jttotttiar ftt ®ttobzt m My crown is in my heart, not on my head ; Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Not to be seen: my crown is called Content; A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. __^ — Shakespeare. There is a jewel which no Indian mines Can buy, no chymic art can counterfeit; It makes men rich in greatest poverty, Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold, The homely whistle to sweet music's strain: Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent, That much in little, all in naught, — Content. — Seventeenth Century Madrigal. "He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door Embittering all his state." -40- q ^econti 'Blue ittontiat in flDctober m Our common mother rests and sings Like Ruth, among her garnished sheaves; Her lap is full of goodly things, Her brow is bright with autumn leaves. — Whittier. *Tis all a myth that Autumn grieves! For, watch the rain among the leaves; With silver fingers dimly seen It makes each leaf a tambourine, And swings and leaps with elfin mirth To kiss the brow of mother earth ; Or, laughing 'mid the trembling grass, It nods a greeting as you pass. Oh! hear the rain amid the leaves, T is all a myth that Autumn grieves! — Samuel Minturn Peck, d — n |«M!» q — 1 1 €#tti TSlut ffiovfoay in flDctobet Ml People say sometimes, "See what I have overcome; see how cheerful I am; see how completely I have triumphed over these black events ! " Not if they still remind me of the black event. _ R^h Waldo Emerson. Put a seal upon your lips and forget what you have done After you have been kind, after love has stolen forth into the world and done its beautiful work, go back into the shade again and say nothing about it Love hides even from ltselr. — Henry Drammond. Our Maker Himself has taught us the value of silence by putting us speechless into the world ; if we learn to talk later we do it at our risk. —Edith Wharton. Were we as eloquent as angels, we should please some men, some women, and some children much more by listening than by talking. — C. C. Cotton. d |fcfid q p * fimxtit) TBlue jttontia? in October m "Don't you go and git sorry fer yerself. That's one thing I can't stand in nobody. There's always lots of other folks you kin be sorry fer *sted of yerself. Ain't you proud you ain't got a harelip ? Why, that one thought is enough to keep me from ever gittin sorry fer myself. —Alice Hegan (Rice). "As I walked by myself I talked with myself, And myself said this unto me: Make friends with thyself, Be true to thyself, And thyself thy good angel shall be.** Hardness of heart is a dreadful quality, but it is doubt- ful whether in the long run it works more damage than soft- ness of head. —Theodore Roosevelt. ' d □ , , 1 n D tffrjst TSlut pLtmbay in fatibtmbtt m Said the little brown leaf as it hung in the air, To the little brown leaf below, "What a summer we've had To rejoice and be glad, But to-day there's a feeling of snow." ^___^ — Margaret E. Sangster, "Commend me to that generous heart Which, like the pine on high, Uplifts the same unvarying brow To every change of sky; Whose friendship does not fade away When wintry tempests blow, But, like the winter's icy crown, Looks greener through the snow." I find sweet peace in depth of autumn woods, Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss; The naked, silent trees have taught me this, — The loss of beauty is not always loss. —Elizabeth Stoddard. d h I-H4-I □ m Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a nobler life, That once seemed possible? We have, and yet We lost it in the daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vain regret. But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late. No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been. — Adelaide A. Procter. Sink not in spirit: who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree. ^___ — George Herbert "Grief sharper sting doth borrow From regret; But yesterday is gone, and shall its sorrow Unfit us for the present and the morrow? Nay; bide a wee, and dinna fret" d M= CfcftD 'Blue jttonfcai? in &cfotmbtv m When shall we learn that he who multiplieth possessions multiplieth troubles, and that the single use of things which we call our own is that they may be his who hath need of them? — Tom Hughes. Man has little right to complain who possesses so much as one corner in the world where he may be happy or miser- able as best suits him. —Nathaniel Hawthorne. "There are two classes of miserable people in the world — those who worry because they have no money and those who worry because they have to worry over the money they have." "When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; When health is lost, something is lost ; When character is lost, all is lost." — Motto over the walls of a school in Germany. P IMJ □ fourth TBiue jftonDa? in BoUxabtv Ml Not a life below the sun But is precious — unto one f Not an eye, however dull, But seems, somewhere, beautiful ; Not a heart, howe'er despised, But is passioned for and prized. Fool ! who laughs at lack of graces, Every man hath many faces. — Edwin Arnold. Don't make too much of the faults and failings of those around you — even be good to yourself, and don't harry your soul over your own blunders and mistakes. _ — Ada C. Sweet. Be courteous, be obliging, but don't give yourself over to be melted down for the benefit of the tallow-trade. - — — George Elliot. No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to any one else. — Charles Dickens. -47- □ jfift^ 'Blue jttonDa? in faoUuxbtv m There's a little splash of sunshine and a little spot of shade Always somewhere near; The wise bask in the sunshine, but the foolish choose the shade — The wise are gay and happy, on the foolish sorrow's laid, And the fault's their own, I fear. For the little splash of sunshine and the little spot of shade Are here for joint consumption, for comparison are made. We're all meant to be happy — not too foolish or too staid; And the right dose to be taken is some sunshine mixed with shade. —Stanley Dark. Always there is a black spot in our sunshine; it is the shadow of ourselves. — Carlyle. q D tfftgt "Blue ittonfiat in December m Now is winter and now is sorrow, No roses, but only thorns to-day; Thorns will put on roses to-morrow, Winter and sorrow scudding away,— No more winter and no more sorrow, To-morrow. _ Christina G. Rosscnl If the world seems cool to you, Kindle fires to warm it; Let their comfort hide from you Winters that deform it. Hearts as frozen as your own To that radiance gather; You will soon forget to moan, "Ah! the cheerless weather!** ■ — Lucy Larcom. Why, O man ! do you vituperate the world ? The world is most beautiful, framed by the best and most perfect reason; though to you indeed it may be unclean and evil, because you are unclean and evil in a good world. — Marcilius Ficinus. d h hH q D £>ecottti OBlue iEontiat fa Member Mi Good heaven, of what costly material is our earthly hap- piness composed — if we only knew it! What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons ! —James Russell Lowell. Make the best of everything, think the best of every- body, hope the best for yourself. Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not upon your past misfortune — of which all men have some. — Charles Dickens. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in ; forget them as soon as you can. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. One day is never really like another, though it seems so. — Mary Hartwell Catherwood. h I- 50 -! in p I ■ €#r& TBlue jttoitfcn? in December M The calendar sparkles With days that have brought Some prize that was longed for, Some good that was sought: High deeds happen daily, Wide truths grow more clear — " Each day is the best Of somebody's year!** ____^ — Priscilla Leonard. "That day is best wherein we give A thought to others' sorrows; Forgetting self, we learn to live, And blessings born of kindly deeds Make golden our to-morrows.** So Life's year begins and closes; Days though short'ning, still can shine ; What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. — Moore, d -5W» p ifotm^ 'Blue jftonaa? in mttvabtv m The night was darker than ever before (So dark is sin), When the great Love came to the stable door And entered in, And laid Himself in the breath of kine And the warmth of hay, And whispered to the star to shine, And to break, the day. —Alice SeweL It is the Christmas time! And up and down, 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb; And unto every thing That lives and moves for heaven, on earth, The shining angels sing. —Mrs. Craik. IS " q D fc £'Cirt)ot w "Orphan Hours, the Year is dead ! Come and sigh, come and weep ! 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