God's finger touched him, and he slept.

-Tennyson.

HOME*

There lies a little city in the hills;

White 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 Cemetery, Oakland, California.

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.

-Thoreau.

There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice. 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 Cary.

If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mouse-trap, than his neighbor, 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 soul 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 like 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 process 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.

-Hammerton.

"There is more or less sorrow in the word 'goodbye,' and yet how we like to hear some people say it."