O hearts that break and give no sign
Save whitening lip and fading tresses!

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

The Voiceless.

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 unresting sea!

The chambered Nautilus.

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,

One Nation evermore!

Voyage of the good Ship Union.

His home! the Western giant smiles,
And twirls the spotty globe to find it;
This little speck, the British Isles?
"T is but a freckle, never mind it.

A good Time going.

But Memory blushes at the sneer,
And Honor turns with frown defiant,
And Freedom, leaning on her spear,

Laughs louder than the laughing giant.

Ibid.

You hear that boy laughing? — you think he's all fun;
But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has dore;
The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,
And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all.

Good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels
When the tired player shuffles off the buskin;
A page of Hood may do a fellow good

After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.

Lean, hungry, savage anti-everythings.

The Boys.

How not to settle it.

A modest Request.

Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day?

The Deacon's Masterpiece.

A general flavor of mild decay.

It went to pieces all at once
All at once and nothing first,

Ibid.

Just as bubbles do when they burst.

Ibid.

The brightest blades grow dim with rust,
The fairest meadow white with snow.

Chanson without Music.

When lawyers take what they would give
And doctors give what they would take.

Latterday Warnings.

Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every

fold.

God reigneth. All is well.1

No Time like the old Time.

Hymn at the Funeral Services of Charles Sumner.

One unquestioned text we read,
All doubt beyond, all fear above;
Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed2

Can burn or blot it - God is love.

If we are only as the potter's clay
Made to be fashioned as the artist wills,
And broken into shards if we offend
The eye of Him who made us, it is well.

What we all think.

Rights.

A thought is often original, though you have uttered it a hundred times. The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. i.

1 BROWNING: Pippa Passes. God's in his heaven

All's right with the world.

BROWNING: Paracelsus. God! Thou art love! I build my faith

on that.

It is a

Everybody likes and respects self-made men. great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at all. The Autocrat of the Breakfast- Table. i.

Put not your trust in money, but put your money in

trust.

Ibid. ii.

Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.

Ibid. ti.

There is that glorious epicurean paradox uttered by my friend the historian,' in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries." To this must certainly be added that other saying of one of the wittiest of men: 'Good Americans when they die go to Paris."

2

Ibid.

Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar.

Ibid.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.

Ibid.

The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.

Ibid.

Knowledge and timber should n't be much used till they are seasoned.

The hat is the ultimum moriens of respectability.

Ibid.

Ibid. viii.

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.

On the Seventieth Birthday of Julia Ward Howe (May 27, 1899).

1 John Lothrop Motley.

Said Scopas of Thessaly, "We rich men count our felicity and happiness to lie in these superfluities, and not in those necessary things." PLUTARCH: On the Love of Wealth.

2 Thomas Gold Appleton (1812-1884).

I firmly believe that if the whole materia medica could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes.

Lecture, Harvard Medical School.1

WILLIAM EWART GLADSTONE. 1809-1898.

To be engaged in opposing wrong affords, under the conditions of our mental constitution, but a slender guarantee for being right.

Time and Place of Homer. Introduction.

Decision by majorities is as much an expedient as lighting by gas.

Speech. House of Commons. 1858.

The disease of an evil conscience is beyond the practice of all the physicians of all the countries in the world.

Speech. Plumstead. 1878.

National injustice is the surest road to national down

fall.

Selfishness is the greatest curse of the human race.

Ibid.

1 Bishop WILLIAM CROSSWELL Doane (1832-1913): Lines on Homeopathy.

Stir the mixture well

Lest it prove inferior,
Then put half a drop
Into Lake Superior.

Every other day

Take a drop in water,
You'll be better soon

Or at least you oughter.

JAMES ALDRICH. 1810–1856.

Her suffering ended with the day,

Yet lived she at its close,

And breathed the long, long night away

In statue-like repose.

But when the sun in all his state

Illumed the eastern skies,

A Death-Bed.

She passed through Glory's morning-gate,
And walked in Paradise.1

Ibid.

THEODORE PARKER.

1810-1860.

Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.

A Discourse of Matters Pertaining to Religion.

Truth stood on one side and Ease on the other; it has often been so.

Ibid.

Man never falls so low that he can see nothing higher than himself. Essay. A Lesson for the Day.

A democracy, that is a government of all the people, by all the people, for all the people 2; of course, a government of the principles of eternal justice, the unchanging law of God; for shortness' sake I will call it the idea of Freedom. The American Idea: Speech at N. E. Anti-Slavery Convention, Boston, May 29, 1850.

All men desire to be immortal.

A Sermon on the Immortal Life. Sept. 20, 1846.

1 THOMAS HOOD: The Death Bed, page 591. PHŒBE CARY: The Wife, page 171.

2 See Daniel Webster, page 532. Also see Abraham Lincoln, page

661.