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BORROWINGS 
 
 A Compilation of Helpful Thoughts from 
 Great Authors 
 
 ^~^Oi.-G) 
 
 San Francisco 
 
 William Doxey, Publisher 
 
 1891 
 
Copyright, 1891 
 
 BY 
 
 Wm. Doxey 
 
TJiri7BRSIT 
 
 The compilers acknomtki^e,-wiih grateful thanks, 
 the courtesy of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin and 
 Company, Harper Brothers, Roberts Brothers, 
 Dr. Edward W. Emerson, and others, in allowing 
 the insertion of selections from works of which 
 they own the copyright. 
 
I DO NOT NUMBER MY BORROWINGS ; I WEIGH 
 
 THEM. And had I designed to raise their 
 
 VALUE BY THEIR NUMBER, I HAD MADE THEM 
 TWICE AS MANY. -Montaigne. 
 
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The world does not require so much to 
 
 BE informed as TO BE REMINDED. 
 
 — Hannah More. 
 
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 THE NOBLE NATURE 
 
 It is not growing like a tree 
 
 In bulk, doth make man better be ; 
 
 Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, 
 
 To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sear : 
 A lily of a day 
 Is fairer far in May, 
 Although it fall and die that night, — 
 It was the plant and flower of light. 
 
 In small proportions we just beauties see ; 
 
 And in short measures life may perfect be. 
 
 — 7Je» Jonson 
 
We find in life exactly what we put in it. 
 
 — Entersen. 
 
 Duty done is the soul's fireside. 
 
 — Brmvning. 
 
 Can a man help imitating that with which he holds 
 reverential converse ? —Plato. 
 
 Discretion of speech is more than eloquence. 
 
 — Bacon. 
 
 Is anything more wonderful than another, if you 
 consider it maturely? I have seen no man rise from 
 the dead; I have seen some thousands rise from 
 nothing. I have not force to fly into the sun, but I 
 have force to lift my hand, which is equally strange. 
 
 — Carlyle. 
 
 As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you 
 will find what is needful for you, in a book, or a 
 friend, or, best of all, in your own thoughts, the eter- 
 nal thought speaking in your thought. 
 
 — George Macdonald. 
 
 A house is no home unless it contain food and fire 
 for the mind as well as for the body. 
 
 — Margaret Fuller Ossoli, 
 
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TRUE REST. 
 
 Rest is not quitting 
 
 The busy career ; 
 Rest is the fitting 
 
 Of self to its sphere : 
 
 'Tis loving and serving 
 
 The highest and best ; 
 'Tis onward, unswerving, 
 
 And that is true rest. 
 
 — John S. Dwight, 
 
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Manners are the happy ways of doing things. . . 
 If they are superficial, so are the dewdrops, which 
 give such a depth to the morning meadow. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 A higher morahty, like a higher intelligence, must 
 
 be reached by a slow growth. —Herbert spencer. 
 
 Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds 
 
 sang west, 
 And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed 
 
 around our incompleteness. 
 Round our restlessness. His rest. 
 
 — Mrs. Browning. 
 
 Then wisely weigh 
 Our sorrow with our comfort. 
 
 — The Tempest. 
 
 Books are embalmed minds. 
 
 — Bovee. 
 
 Great men seem to be a part of the infinite, 
 brothers of the mountains and the seas. —ingersoU. 
 
 "Truth can be outraged by silence quite as cruelly 
 as by speech." 
 
 It was a dark, chill, misty morning, like to end in 
 rain; one of those mornings when even happy people 
 take refuge in their hopes. —George Eliot. 
 
 Habit is a cable ; we weave a thread of it every 
 day, and at last we cannot break it. —Horace Mann. 
 
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The wisest man could ask no more of fate 
 Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, 
 Safe from the many, honored by the few ; 
 Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, 
 But inwardly in secret to be great. 
 
 — LowelL 
 
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A PRAYER FOR LIGHT AND PEACE. 
 
 Immortal Love, within whose righteous will 
 
 Is always peace ; 
 O pity me, storm-tossed on waves of ill. 
 
 Let passion cease ; 
 Come down in power within my heart to reign, 
 For I am weak, and struggle has been vain. 
 
 The days are gone, when far and wide my will 
 
 Drove me astray ; 
 And now I fain would climb the arduous hill. 
 
 That narrow way. 
 Which leads through mist and rocks to Thine abode, 
 Toiling for man and Thee, Almighty God. 
 
 Whate'er of pain Thy loving hand allot 
 
 I gladly bear; 
 Only, O Lord, let peace be not forgot, 
 
 Nor yet Thy care ; 
 Freedom from storms and wild desires within, 
 Peace from the fierce oppression of my sin. 
 
 So may I, far away, when eveninjj falls 
 
 On life and love, 
 Arrive at last the holy, happy halls, 
 
 With Thee above ; 
 Wounded yet healed, sin laden yet forgiven. 
 And sure that goodness is my only Heaven. 
 
 — Stof/ord A. Brooke^ 
 (In MS. not published.) 
 
The chief want in hfe is somebody who shall make 
 
 us do the best we can. —Emerson. 
 
 Security is mortal's chiefest enemy. 
 
 — Macbeth. 
 
 And truth is this to me, and that to thee. 
 
 — Tennyson. 
 
 Faith must become active through works. Deeds 
 must spring spontaneously from the divine life within 
 
 the soul. —C. W. Wendte. 
 
 Actions, looks, words,— steps from the alphabet 
 by which you spell character. —Lavater. 
 
 Man's unhappiness comes, in part, from his great- 
 ness. There is an infinite in him, which, with all his 
 cunning, he cannot quite bury under the finite. 
 
 — Carlyle. 
 
 A calm more awful is than storm. 
 Beware of calms in any form. 
 
 This life means action. —Joaquin MUier. 
 
 No man can possibly improve in any company for 
 which he has not respect enough to be under some 
 degree of restraint. —Chesterfield. 
 
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If any one remains modest under blame, be 
 
 assured he is so. —jean Paul. 
 
 Do not say all that you know, but always know 
 
 what you say. ^Claudius. 
 
 Occasional depression no one can avoid, but ill 
 temper, everybody. -Feuchtersieben. 
 
 I am not dreaming. I am not deluded. Nearer to 
 the grave new light streams for me. We shall con- 
 tinue to exist. We shall see each other again. 
 
 — Goethe. 
 
 Intense, unfathomed broods the human soul, 
 It feels — not knows — there is a clue divine. 
 
 That leads us with sweet music to the goal 
 
 Where kindred hands stretch out to thine and 
 
 mine. _ /. S. Woods. 
 
 There are a thousand hacking at the branches of 
 evil, to one who is striking at the root. —Thoreau. 
 
 If you loved only what were worth your love. 
 Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you. 
 Make the low nature better by your throes, 
 Give earth yourself, go up for gain above. 
 
 — Browning. 
 
 That there are so many spiritual capacities in man 
 which he cannot develop in this life, points to a better 
 and more harmonious future. —Goethe. 
 
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Genius is eternal patience. 
 
 — Michael A ngelo» 
 
 Make each day a critic on the last. 
 
 —Pope. 
 
 I am glad you can elevate your life with a doubt, 
 for I am sure that it is nothing but an insatiable faith 
 after all that deepens and darkens its current, and 
 your doubt and my confidence are only a difference 
 
 of expression. —Tkoreau. 
 
 What wealth it is to have such friends that we can- 
 not think of them without elevation. —Thoreau. 
 
 Prejudice corrupts the taste, as it perverts the judg- 
 ment, in all the concerns of life. —Racine. 
 
 Intend honestlv and leave the event to God. 
 
 Friendship — one soul in two bodies. 
 
 — Pythagoras. 
 
 Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth. 
 
 — Pindar. 
 
 You should forgive many things in others, nothing 
 in yourself. —Ausonius. 
 
 Learn to stand in awe of thyself. 
 
 — Dentocritus. 
 
 The will of the present is the key to the future, 
 and moral character is eternal destiny. 
 
 — Horatio Stebbins. 
 
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Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 
 Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears. 
 
 To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
 Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. 
 
 — Wordsworth . 
 
 Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of 
 
 heaven. 
 Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of 
 
 the angels. —Longfellow 
 
 For good ye are, and bad, and like to coin, 
 Some true, some false, but every one of you 
 Stamped with the image of the king. 
 
 —Tennyson, 
 
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There is no unbelief. 
 Whoever plants a leaf beneath the sod, 
 And waits to see it push away the clod, 
 
 He trusts in God. 
 
 Whoever says, when clouds are in the sky, 
 
 llBe patient, heart, light breaketh by andUb^ 
 
 Trusts the Most High. 
 
 Whoever sees, 'neath winter's field of snow, 
 The silent harvest of the future grow, 
 God's power must know. 
 
 Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep. 
 Content to lock each sense in slumber deep. 
 Knows God will keep. 
 
 Whoever says "to-morrow," "the unknown," 
 " The future," trusts unto that Power alone 
 He dares disown 
 
 The heart that looks on when the eyelids close, 
 And dares to live when life has only woes, 
 God's comfort knows. 
 
 There is no unbelief; 
 And, day by day and night, unconsciously 
 The heart lives by that faith the lips deny. 
 
 God knows the why. —Lizzie York Case. 
 
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A face that had a story to tell. How different 
 are faces in this particular ! Some of them speak not; 
 they are books in which not a line is written, save 
 perhaps a date. —Longfellow. 
 
 Only in the loves we have for others than our- 
 selves, can we truly live — or die. —Phillips Brooks. 
 
 "Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on 
 others without getting a few drops yourself." 
 
 And let him go where he will, he can only find so 
 much beauty or worth as he carries. —Emerson. 
 
 The years have taught some sweet, some bitter 
 
 lessons, none 
 Wiser than this, to spend in all things else. 
 But of old friends to be most miserly. —Lowell. 
 
 No two things differ more than hurry and dispatch. 
 Hurry is the mark of a weak mind ; dispatch, of a 
 strong one. —Coiton. 
 
 The night is long that never finds the day. 
 
 —Macbeth. 
 
 The time never comes when a reconstruction does 
 not imperil some great interest. —Heber Newion. 
 
 To have what we want, is riches ; but to be able to 
 
 do without, is power. —George Macdonald. 
 
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A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. 
 Before him I may think aloud. —Ejnerson. 
 
 Good taste rejects excessive nicety; it treats little 
 things as little things. —Fenelon. 
 
 Into the well which supplies thee with water, cast 
 
 no stones. —Talmud. 
 
 Rightly employed, the reason is not a check to 
 piety, but is its regulator. It chastens and refines the 
 flame of devotion in the human heart, but does not 
 
 put it out. —C. IV. Wendte. 
 
 Culture is the power which makes a man capable 
 of appreciating the life around him, and the power of 
 making that life worth appreciating. —Maiiock. 
 
 What else can joy be but diffusing joy? 
 
 — Byron. 
 
 Books give to all who faithfully use them, the 
 spiritual presence of the best and greatest of our 
 
 race. — Channing, 
 
 The moving Finger writes, and having writ, 
 Moves on ; nor all your piety nor wit 
 Can lure it back to cancel half a line, 
 Nor all your tears wipe out a word of it. 
 
 — Fitzgerald^ s Omar Khayyam. 
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In all the superior people I have met I notice 
 directness — truth spoken more truly, as if everything 
 of obstruction, of malformation, had been trained 
 
 away. Emerson. 
 
 Doubtful ills do plague us worst. 
 
 — Seneca, 
 
 We can finish nothing in this life ; but we may 
 make a beginning, and bequeath a noble example. 
 
 — Smiles. 
 
 I never could believe that Providence had sent a 
 few men into the world ready booted and spurred to 
 ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be 
 
 ridden. — Richard R umbo id. 
 
 An excess of one quality is always bought at the 
 expense of another. If a man be absolutely just he 
 will be absolutely merciless. I would not trust abso- 
 lute justice to any but a god. 
 
 — A rthur Sherburne Hardy. 
 
 Exactness in little things is a wonderful source of 
 cheerfulness. —f. w. Faber. 
 
 Two excesses : exclude reason, admit only reason. 
 
 — Pascal. 
 
 I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am 
 loved ; the real.m of silence is large enough beyond the 
 
 grave. ^ —George Eliot. 
 
 "To be angry with a weak man is proof that you 
 are not very strong yourself." 
 
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GROWN OLD WITH NATURE. 
 
 If true there be another, better land, 
 
 A fairer than this humble mother shore, 
 
 Hoping to meet the blessed gone before, 
 I fain would go. But may no angel hand 
 Lead on so far along the shining sand, 
 
 So wide within the everlasting door, 
 
 'T will shut away this good, green world. No inore 
 Of earth! — Let me not hear that dread command. 
 Then must I mourn, unsoothed by harps of gold. 
 
 For sighing boughs, and birds of simple song. 
 For hush of night within the forest fold ; 
 
 Yea, must bemoan, amid the joyous throng. 
 These early loves. The heart that has grown old 
 
 With Nature cannot, happy, leave her long. 
 
 — JoJui Vance Cheney. 
 
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Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever 
 made and forgot to put a soul into. —Beecher. 
 
 Flower in the crannied wall, 
 I pluck you out of the crannies : — 
 Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 
 Little flower — but if I could understand 
 What you are, root and all, and all in all, 
 I should know what God and man is. 
 
 — Tennyson, 
 
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. 
 
 — Goethe. 
 
 Want of tact is at bottom selfishness, for self thinks 
 and acts only for itself. —Auerbach. 
 
 There is nothing in which people betray their char- 
 acter more than in what they find to laugh at. 
 
 — Goethe. 
 
 He who is great when he falls is great in his pros- 
 tration, and is no more an object of contempt than 
 when men tread on the ruins of sacred buildings, 
 which men of piety venerate no less than if they 
 
 stood. —Seneca. 
 
 All true work is sacred. In all true work, were it 
 but true hand work, there is something of divineness. 
 Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in Heaven. 
 To sit as a passive bucket and be pumped into, can 
 be exhilarating to no creature, how eloquent soever 
 be the flood of utterance that is descending. 
 
 — Carlyle. 
 
 The growing good of the world is partly de- 
 pendent on unhistoric acts, and that things are not 
 so ill with you and me as they might have been, is 
 half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hid- 
 den life and rest in unvisited tombs. —George Eliot. 
 
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Some people are always grumbling because roses 
 have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses. 
 
 — Alphonse Knrr. 
 
 And what is a weed ? A plant whose virtues have 
 not been discovered. —Emerson. 
 
 For he that wrongs his friend 
 Wrongs hnnself more, and ever bears about 
 A silent court of justice in his breast, 
 Himself the judge and jury, and himself 
 The prisoner at the bar, ever condemned. 
 
 — Tennyson. 
 
 "You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from 
 flying over your head, but you may prevent them 
 from stopping to build their nests there." 
 
 The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who 
 have the wider vision. —George Eliot. 
 
 "A poplar leaf hides our view of the sun; the 
 slight substance of an earthly care may hide from us 
 the immense and radiant God." 
 
 To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in 
 another's breast is to become a principal in the 
 
 mischief. —Sheridan. 
 
 Conscience is the amount of innate knowledge we 
 
 have in us. —Victor Hugo. 
 
Men saw the thorns on Jesus' brow, 
 
 But angels saw the roses. —Jtdia Ward Howe. 
 
 Hypocrisy, detest her as we may, 
 May claim the merit still, — that she admits 
 The worth of what she mimics with such care, 
 And thus gives virtue indirect applause. 
 
 — Ccnvper. 
 
 Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ; 
 Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues 
 Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike 
 
 As if we had them not. —Shakespeare. 
 
 The soul observant of Beauty yields tribute by 
 
 contemplation. 
 And the lip that praiseth the daisy, unconscious 
 
 hath blessed its Maker. —Amies. Page. 
 
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A FANCY. 
 
 I think I would not be 
 
 A stately tree, 
 Broad-boughed, with haughty crest that seeks the sky I 
 
 Too many sorrows lie 
 In years, too much of bitter for the sweet ! 
 Frost-bite, and blast, and heat, 
 Blind drought, cold rains, must all grow wearisome, 
 
 Ere one could put away 
 
 Their leafy garb for aye, 
 And let death come. 
 
 Rather this wayside flower ! 
 
 To live its happy hour 
 Of balmy air, of sunshine, and of dew. 
 A sinless face held upward to the blue ; 
 
 A bird-song sung to it, 
 
 A butterfly to flit 
 On dazzling wings above it, hither, thither — 
 A sweet surprise of life — and then exhale 
 A little fragrant soul on the soft gale, 
 To float— ah, whither ! 
 
 — Ina D. Coolbrith, 
 
Speaking silence is better than senseless speech. 
 
 — Dutch Proverb. 
 
 There is no grief without some great provision to. 
 soften its intenseness. —g. d. PretiHce. 
 
 What I must do is all that conceins me, and not 
 
 what people think. —Emerson. 
 
 When a man is in earnest and knows what he is 
 about, his work is half done. —Mirabeau. 
 
 If you mean to act nobly, and seek to know the 
 best things which God hath put within the reach of 
 men, you must fix your mind on that end, and not 
 on what will happen to you because of it. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 From the lowliest depth there is a path to the 
 
 loftiest height. —Carlyle. 
 
 He only is advancing in life whose heart is getting 
 softer, whose blood warmer, whose brain quicker, 
 whose spirit is entering into Living peace. 
 
 — Rjiskin. 
 
 As I approve of the youth who has something of 
 the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with 
 the old man who has something of the youth. He 
 that follows this rule may be old in body, but can 
 never be so in mind. —Cicero^ 
 
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Let nothing come between you and the light. 
 
 — Thoreau. 
 
 When words are scarce they are seldom spent in 
 
 vain. —Shakespeare. 
 
 1 Drudgery is as necessary to call out the treasures 
 of the mind, as harrowing and planting those of the 
 
 earth. —Margaret Fuller, 
 
 From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead 
 There comes no word; but in the night of death 
 Hope sees a star, and listening love can hear 
 The rustle of a wing. —ingersoii. 
 
 A wise man has well reminded us that in any 
 controversy the instant we feel anger we have al- 
 ready ceased striving for truth, and have begun 
 striving for ourselves. ' —Cariyie. 
 
 It is easy finding reasons why other folks should 
 
 be patient. —George Eliot. 
 
 To suspect a friend is worse than to be deceived 
 
 by him. —La Rochefoucauld. 
 
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Every great and commanding movement in the 
 annals of the world is the triumph of enthusiasm. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 No man can be provident of his time who is not 
 prudent in the choice of his company. 
 
 — Jere7tiy Taylor. 
 
 The most profound joy has more of gravity than 
 
 gayety in it. —Montague. 
 
 It is not enough to be an upright man, we must 
 be seen to be one; society does not exist on moral 
 
 ideas only. —Balzac. 
 
 It is some compensation for great evils that they 
 enforce great lessons. —Bovee. 
 
 The most influential books, and the truest in 
 their influence, are works of fiction. They do not 
 pin the reader to a dogma which he must afterwards 
 discover to be inexact; they do not teach him a les- 
 son which he must afterwards unlearn. They repeat, 
 they rearrange, they clarify the lessons of life. 
 
 — R. L. Stevenson. 
 
 He who is false to present duty breaks a thread 
 in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have 
 
 forgotten its cause. —Beecher. 
 
 Where there is much light 
 
 There is much shade. —Goethe. 
 
 Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. 
 
 — Browning. 
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LINES ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF NOYE. 
 
 For I have learned 
 To look on nature, not as in the hour 
 Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes 
 The still, sad music of humanity, 
 Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power 
 To chasten and subdue. And I have felt 
 A presence that disturbs me with the joy 
 Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime 
 Of something far more deeply interfused. 
 Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, 
 And the round ocean and the living air, 
 And the blue sky, and in the mind of man: 
 A motion and a spirit, that impels 
 All thinking things, all objects of all thought. 
 And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still 
 A lover of the meadows and the woods. 
 And mountains. 
 
 — lVords7vorth . 
 
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Trust thyself; every heart vibrates to that iron 
 
 string. —Emerson. 
 
 That there should one man die ignorant who had 
 capacity for knowledge, this I call a tragedy. 
 
 — Carlyle. 
 
 Is thy friend angry with thee ? then provide him an 
 opportunity of showing thee a great favor. Over that 
 his heart must needs melt, and he will love thee again. 
 
 — Richter. 
 
 No soul is desolate as long as there is a human 
 being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 We can fix our eyes on perfection, and make 
 almost everything speed towards it. —Channmg. 
 
 In the whole course of our observation there is not 
 so misrepresented and abused a personage as Death. 
 The shortest life is long enough if it lead to a better, 
 and the longest life is too short if it does not. 
 
 — Cotton. 
 
 Let there be many windows to your soul. 
 
 That all the glory of the universe 
 
 May beautify it. Not the narrow pane 
 
 Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays 
 
 That shine Irom countless sources. Tear away 
 
 The bhnds of superstition; let the light 
 
 Pour through fair windows broad as truth itself, 
 
 As high as God. —EIU Wheeler. 
 
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, 
 I Or what's a heaven for ? —Browning. 
 
 A courage which looks easy and yet is rare: the 
 courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same 
 lessons — the least rewarded of all forms of courage. 
 
 — Balzac, 
 
 They have been at a great feast of languages and 
 
 have stolen the scraps. —Much Ado Adout Nothing. 
 
 "And always, 'tis the saddest sight to see 
 An old man faithless in humanity." 
 
 If you have not slept, or if you have slept, or if 
 you have headache, or sciatica, or leprosy, or thunder 
 stroke, I beseech you, by all angels, to hold your 
 peace, and not pollute the morning, to which all the 
 housemates bring serene and pleasant thoughts, by 
 corruptions and groans. —Emerson. 
 
 Temperance and labor are the two best physicians 
 
 of man. —Rousseau. 
 
 'Tis a kind of good deed to say well: 
 
 And yet words are no deeds. —Henry viii. 
 
 \ A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence. 
 
 — Dickens, 
 
 You cannot step twice into the same stream. For 
 as you are stepping in, other and yet other waters 
 
 flow on. —Heracliius. 
 
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Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle. 
 
 — Michael A ngelo . 
 
 Nothing dies so hard and ralHes so often as intol- 
 erance. —Beecher. 
 
 Haste not, rest not. 
 
 — T/ie motto on Goethe's rijig. 
 
 There is no royal road to highest fame, 
 
 The man has toiled who wears a glorious name. 
 
 — Ejnma C. Dowd. 
 
 Condemn not her whose hours 
 
 Are not all given to spinning nor to care; 
 Has God not planted every path with flowers 
 
 Whose end is to be fair ? —Alice Gary. 
 
 No longer forward nor behind 
 
 I look in hope or fear; 1 
 
 But grateful, take the good I find, 
 
 The best of now and here. —whittier. 
 
 A man's own good breeding is the best security 
 against other people's ill manners. —Ghesterfieid. 
 
 Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, 
 as we pass through them, they prove to be many- 
 colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, 
 and each shows only what lies in its focus, 
 
 ,^-t.jnerson. 
 
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God's finger touched him, and he slept. 
 
 — Tennysnn, 
 
Tliere lies a little city in the hills ; 
 
 W^hite are its roofs, dim is each dwelling's door, 
 
 And peace with perfect rest its bosom fills. 
 
 There the pure mist, the pity of the sea, 
 Comes as a white, soft hand, and reaches o'er 
 And touches its still face most tenderly. 
 
 Unstirred and calm, amid our shifting years, 
 Lo ! where it lies, far from the clash and roar, 
 With quiet distance blurred, as if thro' tears. 
 
 O heart, that prayest so for God to send 
 
 Some loving messenger to go before 
 
 And lead the way to where thy longings end, 
 
 Be sure, be very sure, that soon will come 
 His kindest angel, and through that still door 
 Into the Infinite Love will lead thee home. 
 
 —E. R. Sill. 
 • Mountain View Cemeterj'. Oakland, California. 
 
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The cord that binds too strictly snaps itself. 
 
 — Tennyson. 
 
 The human heart concerns us more than poring 
 into microscopes, and is larger than can be measured 
 by the pompous figures of the astronomer. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 There is never an instant's truce between virtue 
 
 and vice. —Thoreau. 
 
 Quotation is a good thing, there is a community of 
 
 thought in it. —Dr. Johnson. 
 
 In proportion as we love truth more, and victory 
 less, we shall become anxious to know what it is that 
 leads our opponents to think as they do. 
 
 — Herbert Spencer. 
 
 Even for the dead I will not bind 
 
 My soul to grief— death cannot long divide: 
 
 For is it not as if the rose had climbed 
 
 My garden wall, and blossomed on the other 
 
 side ? —Alice Gary. 
 
 If a man can write a better book, preach a better 
 sermon, or make a better mouse-trap, than his neigh- 
 bor, though he builds his house in the woods, the 
 world will make a beaten path to his door. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 "Somewhere in the secret of every sou 
 ^ Is the hidden gleam of a perfect life." 
 
OPPORTUNITY. 
 
 This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: — 
 
 There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; 
 
 And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged 
 
 A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords 
 
 Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner 
 
 Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. 
 
 A craven hung along the battle's edge. 
 
 And thought, " Had I a sword of keener steel — 
 
 That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this 
 
 Blunt thing — !" he snapt and flung it from his hand 
 
 And lowering crept away and left the field. 
 
 Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, 
 
 And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, 
 
 Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, 
 
 And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout 
 
 Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down, 
 
 And saved a great cause that heroic day. 
 
 -E.R.SilL 
 
Thy friend has a friend, and thy friend's friend has 
 a friend; be discreet. —Talmud. 
 
 The days come and go hke muffled and veiled 
 figures sent from a distant friendly party; but they say 
 nothing, and if you do not use the gifts they bring, 
 they carry them as silently away. —Emerson. 
 
 He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — 
 In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best? 
 
 — Lowell. 
 
 Yet I doubt not, through the ages, one increasing 
 purpose runs. 
 
 And the thoughts of men are widened with the pro- 
 cess of the suns. —Tennyson. 
 
 Speech is but broken light upon the depth of the 
 
 unspoken. —George Eliot. 
 
 I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty, 
 I woke, and found that life was duty. 
 
 — Ellen Sturgis Hooper. 
 
 Duty — Stern daughter of the voice of God. 
 
 — Wordsworth. 
 
 Nature conquers our restlessness by fatigue. 
 
 — Hammer ton. 
 
 '•There is more or less sorrow in the word 'good- 
 bye,'" and yet how we like to hear some people say it." 
 
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"A verse may find him who a sermon flies." 
 True wit never made us laugh. 
 
 — Emerso7t. 
 
 Too much rest is rust. 
 
 —Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 The ornament of a house is the friends who visit it. 
 
 — Einerson. 
 
 Next to the originator of a good sentence, is the 
 
 first quoter of it. —Evierson. 
 
 Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices. 
 
 — Enter S071. 
 
 Nothing bursts forth all at once. The lightning 
 may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his 
 bright heralds before him to prepare the world for his 
 
 coming. -Hare. 
 
 The years write their records on men's hearts as 
 they do on trees: inner circles of growth which no 
 eye can see. —Saxe Holm. 
 
 "We have careful thoughts for the stranger, 
 
 And smiles for the sometimes guest; 
 But oft for our own the bitter tone, 
 Though we love our own the best." 
 
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The white flower of a blameless life. —Tennyson. 
 
 Have a purpose is life, and having it, throw into 
 your work such strength of mind and muscle as God 
 has given you. —Cariyk. 
 
 The golden moments in the stream of life rush 
 past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels 
 come to visit us, and we only know them when they 
 
 are gone. —George Eliot. 
 
 God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold; 
 We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; 
 Time will reveal the calyx iS Q)i%o\(\.—Mary R. Smith. 
 
 Be noble! and the nobleness that lies 
 
 In other men, sleeping, but never dead. 
 
 Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. —Lowell. 
 
 Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will 
 learn in no other. —Franklin. 
 
 Death is the liberator of him whom freedom can- 
 not release, the physician of him whom medicine 
 cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom lime 
 cannot console. —CoLon. 
 
 Pitch upon the best course of life, and custom 
 will render it the most easy. —THiotson. 
 
 Anxiety is the poison of human life. —Blair. 
 
 We should be as careful of our words, as of our 
 actions, and as far from speaking ill as from doing 
 
 ill. — Cicero. 
 
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Being too blind lo liavc desire to see. 
 
 — Tennyson, 
 
 Feeling is deep and still, and the word that floats 
 on the surface 
 
 Is as the tossing buoy that betrays where the an- 
 chor is hidden. —Longfei:ozv. 
 
 Don't hang a dismal picture on the wall, and 
 don't daub with sables and glooms in your conver- 
 sation. — Emerson. 
 
 Oh, the little more, and how much it is! and the 
 little less, and what worlds away! —Bro^vning. 
 
 I can easier teach twenty what were good to be 
 done, than to be one of twenty to follow mine own 
 
 teaching. _ rhe Merchant of Venice. 
 
 Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swell- 
 ing of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the 
 
 husk. — George Macdonald. 
 
 For it is certain to the vulgar eye, few things are 
 wonderful that are not distant. —Cr.riyU. 
 
 Like a blind spinner in the sun, 
 
 I tread my days; 
 I know that all the threads will run 
 
 Appointed ways. —Helen Hunt. 
 
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Kver the words cf the gods resound; 
 
 But the porches of man's ear 
 Seldom, in this low life's round, 
 
 Are unsealed, that he may hear. 
 
 -Emersun, 
 
 O that the loving woman, she who sat 
 So long a listener at her Master's feet. 
 Had left us Mary's Gospel, — all she heard 
 Too sweet, too subtle for the ear of man! 
 
 — Hoi'mct 
 
ONE WEEK. 
 
 "Gone for just a week," you said; 
 
 Only seven threads of light, 
 Morning's gold and evening's red 
 Braided with the starry night. 
 Seven specks of diamond sand 
 From eternity's vast shore. 
 So immeasurable and gr^nd, — 
 Nothing more. 
 
 One week! time enough to pass 
 From the unremembering sun; 
 
 Time for shroud and churchyard grass, 
 And the immutable years begun. 
 
 Time to grasp, with yearning dread. 
 Problems of immortal lore. 
 
 Yet, "for just one week," you said,- 
 Nothing more. 
 
 — Amie S. Pa-^e^ 
 
Kindness — a language which the dumb can speak, 
 and the deaf can understand. —Bm/ee. 
 
 Nor deem the irrevocable past, 
 
 As wholly wasted, wholly vain, 
 If, rising on its wrecks, at last 
 
 To something nobler we attain. —Longfellow, 
 
 There lies more faith in honest doubt. 
 
 Believe me, than in half the creeds. —Tennyson. 
 
 America! half brother of the world! 
 
 With something good and bad of every land. 
 
 — Bailey, 
 
 How far that little candle throws its beams! 
 So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 
 
 — Merchant of Venice. 
 
 The only way to have a friend is to be one. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 If you have built castles in the air your work need 
 not be lost; that is where they should be built; now- 
 put foundations under them. —riwreau. 
 
 The fire-fly only shines when on the wing. So it 
 is with man; when once we rest we darken. 
 
 — Bailey. 
 
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Be sure of the foundation of your life. Know why 
 you live as you do. Be ready to give a reason for it. 
 Do not, in such a matter as life, build on opinion or 
 custom, or what you guess is true. Make it a matter 
 
 of certainty and science. ^ Thomas Starr King-. 
 
 Yesterday I looked on one 
 
 Who lay as if asleep in perfect peace. 
 
 His long imprisonment for life was done. 
 
 Eternity's great freedom his release 
 
 Had brought. Yet they who loved him called 
 
 him dead, 
 And wept, refusing to be comforted. 
 
 — Helen I I tint J ackson. 
 
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As a tired mother when the day is o'er, 
 
 Leads by the hand her httle child to bed, 
 
 Half willing, half reluctant to be led, 
 And leaves his broken playthings on the floor. 
 Still gazing at them through the open door, 
 
 Nor wholly reassured and comforted 
 
 By promises of others in their stead. 
 Which though more splendid, may not please him more ; 
 So nature deals with us and takes away 
 
 Our playthings one by one, and by the hand 
 Leads us to rest so gently that we go 
 Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay. 
 
 Being too full of sleep to understand 
 
 How far the unknown transcends the what we 
 
 know. —Longfelloii.'. 
 
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No life 
 Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife . 
 And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 
 
 — Owen Meredith. 
 
 All mankind loves a lover. 
 
 — Emerson, 
 
 No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own 
 littleness than disbelief in great men. —Cariyie. 
 
 Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no 
 questions, they pass no criticisms. —George Eliot. 
 
 Silence is the perfect heraldry of joy: 
 
 I were but little happy if I could say how much. 
 
 — Much Ado About Nothing. 
 
 Men at some time are masters of their fates, 
 The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, 
 But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 
 
 — Julius Ccesar. 
 
 Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer 
 and more happy, is a public benefactor. 
 
 — Henry Ward Beecher. 
 
 Doing good is the only certainly happy action of a ' 
 
 man's life. —Sir Philip Sidney. 
 
 For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; 
 The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. 
 
 —Pope. 
 The beautiful is as useful as the useful. ' 
 
 — Victor Hugo. 
 
 (,0iri7BRsiTr] 
 
Self-trust is the first secret of success. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with 
 / flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before 
 them. —Ruskin. 
 
 'Tis a life-long toil till our lump be leaven — 
 The better! What's come to perfection perishes. 
 
 — Robert Broxvning. 
 
 In me there dwells 
 
 No greatness, save it be some far-off touch 
 
 Of greatness to know well I am not great. 
 
 — Tennyson, 
 
 \ The talent of success is nothing more than doing 
 
 ■what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do. 
 
 — Long/elloiv. 
 
 That best portion of a good, man's life; 
 / His little, nameless, unremembered acts 
 
 Of kindness and of love. —Wordsworth. 
 
 Banish the tears of children; continual rains upon 
 the blossoms are hurtful. —jean Paul. 
 
 A bad habit which cannot be conquered directly 
 may be overcome by arranging circumstances to help 
 
 us. — James Freeman Clarke. 
 
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Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, 
 
 As the swift seasons roll! 
 
 Leave thy low-vaulted past! 
 
 Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 
 
 Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 
 
 Till thou at length art free, 
 
 Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unrestingsea! 
 
 — Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
 
 The understood is but a small domain of our 
 knowing, and the apprehended is greater than the 
 comprehended. Is it said that we do not know God? 
 True, we do not know all about Him, but we know 
 something about Him: — And we do not know all 
 about one another, but we know something about 
 one another. 
 
 The understanding is the vestibule of the mind! 
 Uncover thy head, and enter the temple of the soul! 
 behold the power, the beauty, and the love! If we 
 had nothing but understanding how little should we 
 
 know or think or feel! —Horatio Stebbins. 
 
APRIL IN CALIFORNIA. 
 
 An April, fairer than the Atlantic June, 
 
 Whose calendar of perfect days was kept 
 
 By daily blossoming of some new flower. 
 
 The fields, whose carpets now were silken white, 
 
 Next week were orange-velvet, next, sea-blue. 
 
 It was as if some central fire of bloom. 
 
 From which in other climes a random root 
 
 Is now and then shot up, here had burst forth 
 
 And overflowed the fields, and set the land 
 
 Aflame with flowers. I watched them day by day; 
 
 How at the dawn they wake, and open wide 
 
 Their little petal-windows, how they turn 
 
 Their slender necks to follow round the sun. 
 
 And how the passion they express all day 
 
 In burning color, steals forth with the dew 
 
 All night in odor. —e. r. sul 
 
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Politeness of the mind is to have delicate thoughts. 
 
 — La Rochefonca7ild, 
 
 Nay, never falter; no great deed is done 
 By falterers who ask for certainty. 
 No good is certain, but the steadfast mind, 
 The undivided will to seek the good. 
 
 — George Eliot, 
 
 Let it go before or come after, a good sentence, or 
 a thing well said, is always in season; if it neither suit 
 well with what went before, nor has much coherence 
 with what follows after, it is good in itsell. 
 
 — Montaigne, 
 
 To educate the heart, one must be willing to go 
 out of himself and to come into loving contact with 
 
 others. — James Freeman Clarke. 
 
 Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control. 
 These three alone lead life to sovereign power. 
 
 — Tennyson, 
 
 The useful may be trusted to further itself, for 
 many produce it and no one can do without it; but 
 the beautiful must be specially encouraged, for few 
 can present it, while yet all have need of it. 
 
 — Goethe, 
 
 There is a purity which only suffering can impart; 
 the stream of life becomes snow-white when it dashes 
 
 against the rocks. —jean Paul, 
 
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If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should 
 ask him what books he reads. —Emerson. 
 
 A room hung with pictures is a room hung with 
 
 thoughts. —Sir Joshua Reynolds. 
 
 Do not think it wasted time to submit yourself to 
 any influence which may bring upon you any noble 
 feeling. —Ruskin. 
 
 Each year, one vicious habit rooted out, in time 
 ought to make the worst man good. —Franklin. • 
 
 The more we know, the better we forgive; 
 Whoe'er feels deeply, feels for all who live, 
 
 — Madame de Stael. 
 
 The best way of training the young is to train 
 yourself at the same time; not to admonish them, 
 but to be seen always doing that of which you would 
 admonish them. —riato. 
 
 I love little children, and it is not a slight thing 
 when they, who are fresh from God, love us. 
 
 — Dickens. 
 
 "Thou hast too much to say about thy rights, and 
 thinkest too little about thy duties. Thou hast but 
 one unalienable right, and that is the sublime one of 
 doing thy duty at all times, under all circumstances, 
 and in all places." ^ 
 
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Ah, March! we know thou art 
 Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, 
 And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! 
 
 — Helen Hunt. 
 
 A gush of bird song, a patter of dew, 
 A cloud, and a rainbow's warning. 
 
 Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue, — 
 An April day in the morning. 
 
 — Harriet Prescott Spqfford. 
 
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PAGANINI. 
 
 "lie shambled awkward on the stage, the while 
 Across the waiting audience swept a smile. 
 
 ** With clumsy touch, when first he drew the bow, 
 lie snapped a string. The audience tittered low. 
 
 " Another stroke! Off flies another string! 
 With laughter now the circling galleries ring. 
 
 *' Once more! The third string breaks its quivering 
 strands, 
 And hisses greet the player as he stands. 
 
 " He stands-^awhile his genius unbereft 
 Is calm — one string and Paganini left. 
 
 " He plays. The one string's daring notes uprise 
 Against that storm as if they sought the skies. 
 
 " A silence falls; then awe; the people bow, 
 And they who erst had hissed are weeping now. 
 
 " And when the last note, trembling, died away, 
 Some shouted 'Bravo!' some had learned to pray." 
 
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Time elaborately thrown away. 
 
 — Edward Young. 
 
 Nothiti,:^ can brincj you peace but yourself. Noth- 
 In^^ can bring you peace but the triumph of principle. 
 
 — Ejnerson. 
 
 If winter comes, can spring be far behind ? ;' 
 
 — Keats. 
 
 He is blessed who is assured that the animal is 
 dying out in him day by day, and the divine being 
 established. —Thoreaii. 
 
 The rays of happiness, like those of light, are 
 colorless when unbroken. —Longfellow. 
 
 Not what we give, but what we share, 
 
 For the gift without the giver is bare ; } 
 
 Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, 
 
 Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. 
 
 — Lowell. 
 
 The weakest among us has a gift, however seem- 
 ingly trivial, which is peculiar to him, and which 
 worthily used, will be a gift also to his race. 
 
 — Ruskin. 
 
 Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie. 
 
 Which we ascribe to heaven. —Shakespeare. 
 
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Throw ycur actions into perspective. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 If you can look into the seeds of time, 
 
 And say which will grow, and which will not ; 
 
 Speak then to me. —Macbeth. 
 
 Evil is wrought by want of thought 
 
 As well as want of heart ! —Hood. 
 
 A perfect life is like that of a ship of war which 
 has its own place in the fleet and can share in its 
 strength and discipline, but can also go forth alone 
 in the solitude of the infinite sea. We ought to be- 
 long to society, to have our place in it, and yet be 
 capable of a complete individual existence outside 
 
 OI it. — Hainerto7i. 
 
 And I know that the solar system 
 
 Must somewhere keep in space 
 A prize for that spent runner 
 
 Who barely lost the race ; 
 For the plan would be imperfect 
 
 Unless it held some sphere 
 That paid for the toil and talent 
 
 And love that are wasted here. 
 
 —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 
 
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Music is the universal language of mankind. 
 
 — Longfellow, 
 
 When words fail to express the exalted sentiments 
 and finer emotions of the human heart, music be- 
 comes the sublimated language of the soul, the divine 
 instrumentality for its higher utterance. 
 
 — C. W, Wendte. 
 
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ABOU BEN ADHEM. 
 
 Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) 
 Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, 
 And saw within the moonHg^ht in his room, 
 Making it rich and Hke a Hly in bloom, 
 An angel writing in a book of gold : 
 Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, 
 And to the presence in the room he said, 
 
 ' What writest thou ? " — The vision raised its head, 
 And, with a look made of all sweet accord, 
 Answered, "The names of those who love the 
 Lord." 
 
 ' And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so," 
 Replied the angel. — Abou spoke more low, 
 But cheerily still ; and said, " I pray thee, then. 
 Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." 
 
 The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night 
 
 It came again, with a great wakening light, 
 
 And showed the names whom love of God had 
 
 blessed, — 
 And, lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! 
 
 — Leigh Hunt. 
 
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A man's action is only a picture book of his creeds 
 
 — Emerson, 
 
 Praise undeserved is satire in disguise. 
 
 —Pope. 
 
 All the way to heaven is heaven. 
 
 — Canon Farrar, 
 
 It is worth a thousand pounds a year to have the 
 habit of looking on the bright side of things. 
 
 — Dr. Johnson. 
 
 It is in a certain degree to be a sharer in noble 
 deeds to praise them with all our heart. 
 
 — La Rochefoucauld. 
 
 If a word spoken in its time is worth one piece of 
 money, silence in its time is worth two. —Talmud. 
 
 An idle reason lessens the weight of the good 
 ones you gave before. —Swi/i. 
 
 Such help as we can give to each other in this 
 world is a debt to each other; and the man who per- 
 ceives a superiority or capacity in a subordinate, and 
 neither confesses nor assists it, is not merely the with- 
 holder of kindness, but the committer of injury. 
 
 — Ruskin.. 
 
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We must be as courteous to a man as to a picture, 
 which we are willing to give the benefit of a good 
 
 light. —Emerson. 
 
 To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be 
 
 loved. —George Macdonald. 
 
 We all have need of that prayer of the British 
 mariner : "Save us, O God, Thine ocean is so large, 
 
 and our little boat so small." —Canon Farrar. 
 
 We cannot look, however imperfectly, upon a 
 great man without gaining something by him. He 
 is the living light-fountain, which it is good and 
 pleasant to be near. -Cariyk. 
 
 The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of 
 being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, bein^ 
 
 loved in spite of yourself. —Victor Hugo. 
 
 Growing thought makes growing revelation. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 There is only one place where a man may be 
 nobly thoughtless, — his death-bed. No thinking 
 should ever be left to be done there. —Rjtskin. 
 
 He that cannot think, is a fool. 
 He that will not, is a bigot, 
 He that dare not, is a slave. 
 
 — Inscription on the wall of Andreiv Carnegie' s Library. 
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The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's, 
 Is not to fancy what were fair in Hfe 
 Provided it could be — but finding first 
 What may be, then find how to make it fair 
 
 Up to our means. —Browning. 
 
 He is wisest, who only gives. 
 True to himself, the best he can : 
 Who drifting on the winds of praise. 
 The inward monitor obeys . 
 And with the boldness that confuses fear 
 Takes in the crowded sail, and lets his conscience 
 steer. —whittier. 
 
MY STAR. 
 
 All that I know 
 
 Of a certain star 
 Is, it can throw 
 
 (Like the angled spar) 
 Now a dart of red, 
 
 Now a dart of blue ; 
 Till my friends have said 
 They would fain see, too, 
 My star that dartles the red and the blue ! 
 Then it stops like a bird ; like a flower, hangs furled r 
 They must solace themselves with the Saturn 
 above it. 
 What matter to me if their star is a world ? 
 
 Mine has opened its soul to me ; therefore I love it. 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
We do not count a man's years until he has 
 
 nothing else to count. —Emerson. 
 
 If I might control the literature of the household, 
 I would guarantee the well-being of church and state. 
 
 — Bacon. 
 
 He subjects himself to be seen as through a micro- 
 scope who is caught in a fit of passion. —Lavater. 
 
 Every duty we omit, obscures some truth we 
 should have known. —Ruskin. 
 
 When the day is done, when the work of a life is 
 finished, when the gold of evening meets the dusk 
 of night, beneath the silent stars the tired laborer 
 should fall asleep. —ingersoll. 
 
 For manners are not idle, but the fruit 
 
 Of loyal natures and of noble minds. —Tennyson. 
 
 No strong character can be developed unless em- 
 phasis be laid upon the thought of personal respon- 
 sibility. —Marion D. Shutter. 
 
 "The measure of a book is in its appeal to the 
 individual." 
 
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Do you never look at yourself when you abuse 
 another ? —piautus. 
 
 Nor knowest thou what argument thy life to thy 
 neighbor's creed hath lent. —Emerson. 
 
 While we deliberate about beginning, it is already 
 too late to begin. —Quintiiimu 
 
 The blessedness of life depends more upon its 
 interests than upon its comforts. —Geo. Macdonaid. 
 
 Try to put well in practice what you already 
 know ; in so doing you will, in good time, discover 
 the hidden things which you now inquire about. 
 
 Rembrandt. 
 
 The surest proof of being endowed with noble 
 qualities, is to be free from envy. 
 
 — La Rochefoucauld. 
 
 His heart was as great as the world, but there 
 was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong. 
 
 (Said of Lincoln.) — Emerson. 
 
 As worldly care forms the greater part of the 
 staple of every human life, there must be some mode 
 of viewing and meeting it which converts it from an 
 enemy of spirituality into a means of grace and spirit- 
 ual advancement. —H. B. stowe. 
 
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THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 
 
 I shot an arrow into the air, 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where ; 
 For, so swiftly it flew, the sight 
 Could not follow it in its flight. 
 
 I breathed a song into the air, 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where ; 
 For who has sight so keen and strong, 
 That it can follow the flight of song? 
 
 Long, long afterward, in an oak 
 I found the arrow, still unbroke ; 
 And the song, from beginning to end, 
 I found again in the heart of a friend. 
 
 — Longfellotu. 
 
Accustom the children to close accuracy of state- 
 ment, both as a principle of honor, and as an accom- 
 plishment of language, making truth the test of per- 
 fect language, and giving the intensity of a moral 
 purpose to the study and art of words ; then, carrying 
 the accuracy into all habits of thought and observa- 
 tion, so as always to think of things as they truly are, 
 as far as in us rests, — and it does rest much in our 
 power, for all false thoughts and seeings come mainly 
 of our thinking of what we have no business with, 
 and looking for things we want to see, instead of 
 things which ought to be seen. —Ruskin. 
 
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. 
 
ETCHING. 
 
 Know ye what etching is ? It is to ramble 
 
 On copper; in a summer twilight's hour 
 
 To let sweet fancy fiddle tunefully. 
 
 It is the whispering from Nature's heart, 
 
 Heard when we wander on the moor, or gaze 
 
 On the sea, on fleecy clouds of heaven, or at 
 
 The rushy lake where playful ducks are splashing; 
 
 It is the down of doves, the eagle's claw ; 
 
 'Tis Homer in a nutshell, ten commandments 
 
 Writ on a penny's surface ; 't is a wish, 
 
 A sigh, comprised in finely chiseled odes, 
 
 A little image in its bird's flight caught. 
 
 It is to paint on the soft gold-hued copper 
 
 With sting of wasp and velvet of the wings 
 
 Of butterfly, by sparkling sunbeams glowed. 
 
 Even so the etcher's needle; on its point 
 
 Doth catch what in the artist-poet's mind 
 
 Reality and fancy did create. 
 
 — Translated by Holda, from the Low Dutch of C. Vosmaer, 
 
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After we come to mature years, there is nothing 
 of which we are so vividly conscious as of the swift- 
 ness of time. Its brevity and littleness are the theme 
 of poets, moralists and preachers. Yet there is noth- 
 ing of which there is so much — nor day nor night, 
 ocean nor sky, winter nor summer equal it. It is a 
 perpetual flow from the inexhaustible fountains of 
 eternity: — And we have no adequate conception of 
 our earthly life until we think of it and live in it as a 
 part of forever. Now is eternity, and will be, to- 
 morrow and next day, through the endless years of 
 
 God. — Horatio StebMns. 
 
 It has been well said that " in much of the world's 
 best work the unconscious element is the most pre- 
 cious." A man's life-work may be a failure, from 
 human standpoints, even from his own standpoint, 
 and yet an invisible something has been added by 
 him to the priceless stock of human worth and fidel- 
 ity. This general truth is a consolation to lift us over 
 many a stage of broken and disappointed hope. Life 
 would mortify, and passing years terrify, were it not 
 for the faith that Providence has far more to effect 
 out of every sincere life than we can count or meas- 
 ure. ~T.L. Eliot. 
 
 ^^ Of tBM*^^ 
 
 u^hivsrsitt: 
 
E PROFUNDIS. 
 
 Beneath Thy hammer, Lord ! I lie 
 
 With contrite spirit prone : 
 Oh, mould me till to self I die 
 
 And live to Thee alone. 
 
 With frequent disappointments sore 
 
 And many a bitter pain, 
 Thou laborest at my being's core 
 
 Till I be formed again. 
 
 Smite, Lord ! Thy hammer's needful wound 
 
 My baffled hopes confess. 
 Thine anvil is the sense profound 
 
 Of mine own nothingness. 
 
 Smite ! till from all its idols free, 
 
 And filled with lov3 divine, 
 My heart shall know no good but Thee 
 
 And have no will but Thine. —f. h. iicdae. 
 
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Hospitality is an expression of divine worship. 
 
 — Tabnud. 
 
 Let the world be better, brighter, 
 
 For your having trod its way ; 
 Let your hght be seen afar 
 
 Ere sinks down hfe's little day. —sister Dora. 
 
 Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, 
 Lived till to-morrow, will have passed away. 
 
 — Cotvper. 
 
 Be not simply good ; be good for something. 
 
 — T ho re ait. 
 
 Every man's work pursued steadily tends to 
 become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the 
 loveless chasms in his life. —George Eliot. 
 
 Be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams, 
 the more they are condensed the deeper they burn. 
 
 — Southey. 
 
 To me the eternal existence of my soul is proved 
 from my idea of activity. If I work on incessantly 
 until my death, nature is bound to give me another 
 form of existence when the present one can no longer 
 sustain my spirit. —Goethe. 
 
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The night has a thousand eyes, 
 
 And the day but 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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So high as a tree aspires to grow, so high U'ill it 
 find an atmosphere suited to it. —riwrean. 
 
 God has delivered yourself to your care, and says : 
 I had no one fitter to trust than you. Preserve this 
 person for me such as he is by nature ; modest, beau- 
 tiful, faithful, noble, tranquil. —Epictetus. 
 
 Let us have faith that right makes might, and in 
 that faith let us to the end dare to do our duty as we 
 understand it. —Lincoln. 
 
 Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing 
 
 soil. —Heber. 
 
 Life is but thought ; so think I will, 
 That youth and I are house-mates still. 
 
 — Coleridge. 
 
 I think that good must come of good, 
 
 And ill of evil — surely unto all 
 
 In every place or time, seeing sweet fruit 
 
 Groweth from wholesome roots, or bitter things 
 
 From poison stocks : yea, seeing, too, how spite 
 
 Breeds hate — and kindness friends — or patience 
 
 Peace. —Ed-win a moid. 
 
 It is very difficult to be learned ; it seems as if 
 people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, 
 and can never enjoy them because they are too tired. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, 
 And hope without an object can not live. 
 
 — Shelley. 
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People seem not to see that their opinion of the 
 world is also a confession of character. —Emerson. 
 
 There must be some such, to be some of all sorts. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 What is so universal as death must be benefit. 
 
 —Schiller. 
 
 Once more a music rained through the room. 
 Low it splashed like a sweet star-spray, 
 And sobbed like tears at the heart of May, 
 And died as laughter dies away. —RossettL 
 
 The highest culture is to speak no ill. 
 
 —Ella Wheeler. 
 
 Though we travel the world over to find the beau- 
 tiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 Better trust all and be deceived, 
 And weep that trust and that deceiving. 
 
 Than doubt one heart which, if believed, 
 Had blessed one's life with trpc believing. 
 
 — Frances Anne Kemble. 
 
 There is only one way to have good servants ; 
 that is, to be worthy of being well served. . . . 
 Only let it be remembered that "kindness" means 
 as with your child, so with your servant, not indul- 
 gence, but care. —Kuskin. 
 
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Hitch thy wagon to a star. 
 
 — Emerson. 
 
 Aspiration is inspiration. 
 
 — Horace Davis. 
 
 Thinking is the talking of the soul with itself. 
 
 —Plato. 
 
 Somewhere, for God is good, 
 Life's blossoms, unfulfilled. 
 Must spring from dust and gloom 
 
 To perfect bloom. —Ina D. Coolbrith. 
 
 The language of excitement is at best but pict- 
 uresque merely. You must be calm before you can 
 
 utter oracles, —Thoreau, 
 
 Taste is nothing else than good sense delicately 
 put in force, and genius is reason in its most sub- 
 lime form. —Chenier. 
 
 Little minds are too much hurt by little things ; 
 great minds are quite conscious of them, and de- 
 spise them. —La Rochefoticaidd. 
 
 Forenoon and afternoon and night, — Forenoon, 
 
 And afternoon and night, — 
 
 Forenoon, and — what ! 
 
 The empty song repeats itself. No more ? 
 
 Yea, that is life : make this forenoon sublime, 
 
 This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer. 
 
 And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won. 
 
 —E. R. Sill. 
 
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THE ETERNAL GOODNESS. 
 
 I know not where His islands lift 
 
 Their fronded palms in air ; 
 I only know I cannot drift 
 
 Beyond His love and care. 
 
 O brothers ! if my faith is vain, 
 
 If hopes like these betray, 
 Pray for me that my feet may gain 
 
 The sure and safer way. 
 
 And Thou, O Lord ! by whom are seen 
 
 Thy creatures as they be, 
 Forgive me if too close I lean 
 
 My human heart on Thee. 
 
 — John Greenleaf Wltittier^ 
 
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INDEX OF POEMS. 
 
 The Noble Nature Ben Jonson . 
 
 True Rest /o/in S. Dwight 
 
 A Prayer FOR Light AND Peace . . Stopford A. Brooke 
 
 No Unbelief Lizzie York Case 
 
 Grown Old With Nature . . . John Vance Cheney 
 
 A Fancy Ina D. Coolbrith 
 
 Lines on Revisiting the Banks of 
 
 Wye Words-worth 
 
 Home E. R. Sill . . 
 
 Opportunity E. R. Sill 
 
 One Week Amie S. Page 
 
 April in California E. R. Sill 
 
 Paganini 
 
 Abou Ben Adhem Leigh Hunt . 
 
 My Star Robert Browning 
 
 The Arrow and the Song . . . H. W. Longfellow 
 
 Life . A. L. Barbauld 
 
 Etching C. Vosmaer . 
 
 ''E Profundus" ........ F. H. Hedge 
 
 Light F. W. Bourdillon 
 
 The Eternal Goodness 
 
 John Green lea/Wh it tier 7 8 , 
 
INDEX OF AUTHORS. 
 
 iEsop, 17. 
 
 Angelo, Michael, 17, 35. 
 Arnold, Edwin, 75. 
 Auerbach, 25. 
 Ausonius,, 17^ 
 
 Bacon, 10, 65. 
 
 Bailey, Philip James, 46. 
 
 Balzac, 31, 34. 
 
 Barbauld, Anna Laetitia, 69. 
 
 Beecher, Henry Ward, 24, 31, 
 
 49. 
 Blair, 42. 
 Bourdillon, 74. 
 Bovee, 12, 31, 46. 
 Brooke, Stopford A., 14. 
 Brooks, Phillips, 20. 
 Browning, Robert, 10, 16, 31, 
 
 43> 50. 63, 64. 
 Browning, E. B.*, 12. 
 Byron, 21. 
 
 Carlyle, 10, 15, 25, 29, 30, 33, 
 
 43, 49, 62. 
 Gary, Alice, 35, 38. 
 Case, Lizzie York, 19 
 Channing, 21, 33. 
 Cheney, John Vance, 23. 
 Chenier, 77. 
 Chesterfield, 15, 35. 
 
 Cicero, 29, 42. 
 
 Clarke, Jas. Freeman, 50, 53, 
 
 Claudius, 16. 
 
 Coleridge, 75. 
 
 Colton, C. C, 20, 33, 42. 
 
 Coolbrith, Ina D., 28, 77. 
 
 Cowper, 27, 73. 
 
 Davis, Horace, 77, 
 Democritus, 17. 
 Dickens, 34, 54. 
 Dora, Sister, 73. 
 Dowd, Emma C, 35. 
 Dutch Proverb, 29. 
 Dwight, John S,, 11. 
 
 Eliot, George, 12, 22, 25, 26, 29, 
 30. 33> 40, 42, 49, 53, 62, 73, 
 75. 76. 
 
 Eliot, T. L., 71. 
 
 Emerson, 
 
 [5, 20, 21, 22, 
 
 26, 29, 31, 33, 34, 35, 38, 40, 
 41. 43. 44. 46, 49. 50, 54, 57. 
 58, 61, 62, 65, 66, 76, 77. 
 Epictetus, 75. 
 
 Faber. F. W., 22. 
 Farrar, Canon, 61, 62. 
 Fenelon, 21. 
 Feuchtersleben,f 16. 
 
 81 
 
Fitzgerald, Edward, 21. 
 Franklin, 42, 54. 
 Fuller, Margaret, 10, 30. 
 
 Goethe, 16, 25, 31, 35, 53, 73. 
 
 Hamerton, Philip, 40, 58, 
 Hardy, A. S., 22. 
 Hare, 41. 
 Heber, 75. 
 Hedge. F. H., 72. 
 Heraclitus, 34. 
 Holm, Saxe, 41. 
 Holmes, O. W., 44, 51. 
 Hood, 58. 
 
 Hooper, Ellen Sturgis, 40. 
 Howe, Julia Ward, 27. 
 Hugo, Victor, 26, 49, 62. 
 Hunt, Helen, 43, 47, 55. 
 Hunt, Leigh, 60. 
 
 IngersoU, Robt., 12, 30, 65, 
 
 Jackson, Helen Hunt. 43. 47» 55- 
 Johnson, Dr., 38, 61, 65. 
 Jonson, Ben, 9. 
 
 Karr, Alphonse, 26. 
 Keats, 57. 
 
 Kemble, Frances Anne, 76. 
 King, Starr, 47- 
 
 Lavater, 15, 65. 
 Lincoln, Abraham, 75. 
 Longfellow, H. W., 18, 20, 32, 43, 
 
 46, 48, 50. 57. 59. 67- 
 Lowell, Jas. Russell, 13, 20, 40, 
 
 42. 57- 
 La Rochefoucauld, 30, 53, 61, 66, 
 
 77- 
 
 Macdonald, Geo., 10, 20, 43,62, 66. 
 Mallock, 2f. 
 Mann, Horace, 12. 
 Meredith, Owen, 49. 
 Montague, 31. 
 Montaigne, 5, 53. 
 More, Hannah, 7. 
 Miller, Joaquin, 15, 
 Mirabeau, 29. 
 
 Newton, Heber, 20. 
 
 Ossoli, Margaret Fuller, lo, 30, 
 
 Page, Amie S., 27, 45. 
 Pascal, 22. 
 
 Paul, Jean, 16, 50, 53. 
 Pindar, 17. 
 Plato, TO, 54, 77. 
 Plautus, 66. 
 Pope, 17, 49, 61. 
 Prentice, G. D., 29. 
 Pythagoras, 17. 
 
 Quintilian, 66. 
 
 Racine, 17. 
 Rembrandt, 66. 
 Reynolds, Joshua, 54. 
 Richter, Jean Paul, 16, 50, 53. 
 Rochefoucauld, 30, 53, i, 66, 67. 
 Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 76. 
 Rousseau, 34. 
 Rumbold, Richard, 22. 
 Ruskin, 29, 50, 54, 57, 61, 62, 65, 
 68. 76. 
 
 Schiller. 76. 
 
 Scott. Sir Walter, 41. 
 
 Seneca, 22, "25. 
 
Shelley. 75. 
 
 Shakespeare, 12, 15, 20, 27. 30, 
 
 34. 43. 46. 49. 57. 58. 
 Sheridan, 26. 
 Shutter, Marion, 65. 
 Sidney, Sir Philip, 49. 
 Sill, E. R., 37, 39. 52, 77. 
 Smiles, 22. 
 Smith, M. R., 42. 
 Southey, 73. 
 
 Spencer, Herbert, 12, 38. 
 Spofford.. Harriet Prescott, 55. 
 Stael, Madame do, 54. 
 Stebbins, Horatio, 17, 51, 71. 
 Stevenson, R, L., 31. 
 Stowe. H. B., 66- 
 Swift, 61, 
 
 Talmud, 21, 40, 61, 73. 
 
 Taylor, Jeremy, 31. 
 
 Tennyson, 15, 18, 24, 26, 36, 38, 
 
 40, 42, 43, 46, 50, 53, 65. 
 Thoreau, 16, 17, 30, 38, 46, 57, 73, 
 
 75. 77- 
 Tillotson, 42. 
 
 Vosmaer, 70. 
 
 Wendte, C. W., 15, 21, 59. 
 Wilcox, Ella Wheeler, 33, 58, 76. 
 Whittier, 35, 63, 78, 
 Woods, J. S., 16. 
 Wordsworth, 18, 32, 40, 50. 
 
 Young, 57. 
 
 
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