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When a man's desires are boundless, his labor is endless, they will set him a task he can never go through, and cut him out work he can never finish. Balguy.

A fool, mdeed, has great need of a title;

It teaches men to call him count or duke,

And thus forget his proper name of fool. Orovm.

If thou desire to be held wise, be so wise as to hold thy tongue. Quarks. Silence is vocal if we listen well; And Life and Being sing in dullest ears From morn till night, from night till morn again,

With fine articulations. /. G. Holland.

To be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue. Hannah More.

Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways,
But do thine own part faithfully;
Trust His rich promises of grace;
So shall it be fulfilled in thee;
God never yet forsook in need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.

Like flakes of snow that fall unperceived upon the earth, the seemingly unimportant events of life succeed one another. As the snow gathers together, so are our habits formed. No single flake that is added to the pile produces a sensible change: no single action creates, however it may exhibit, a man's character. Jeremy Taylor.

The primal duties shine aloft like stars;
The charities that soothe and heal and bless
Are scattered at the »eet of man like flowers.


Some men make you feel as though the warm sun had just broken through the clouds, while others make you feel as though a sudden east wind, with its arms full of cold fog, had caught you with too thin clothing.

Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath,

Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife,

Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath. Spenser.

He only is great who has the habits of greatness; who, tfter performing what none in ten thousand could accomplish, passes on like Samson, and "tells neither father nor mother of it." Lavaler.


Whatever you dislike in another person, take care to correct in yourself by the gentle reproof. Sprat.

Beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service,

Love, friendship, charity, are subject all

To envious and calumniating time. Shakspeare.

Mature affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring; it lies in ambush, waits and wails. Such is the mature . fruit. Sometimes a life glides away, and finds it slill ripening in the shade. Dickens.

The heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,

Is always the first to be touched by the thorns. Moore.

The Christian graces are like perfumes, the more they are pressed, the sweeter they smell; like stars that shine brightest in the dark; like trees which, the more they are shaken, the deeper root they take, and the more fruit they bear.

And shall we all condemn, and all distrust,
Because some men are false, and some unjust?

Mrs. Norton

Gratitude is the memory of the heart.

It is a little thing to speak a phrase

Of common comfort, which by daily use

Has almost lost its sense; yet on the ear

Of him who thought to die unmourned, 'twill fall

Like choicest music. Tulfourd.

Mirth is like the flash of lightning that breaks through the gloom of the clouds and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a daylight in the soul, tilling it with a steady and perpetual serenity.

Virtue, on herself relying,

Every passion hushed to rest,

Loses every pain of dying,

In the hope of being blest.

Every added pang she suffers

Some increasing good bestows,

Every shock that malice offers,

Only rocks her to repose. Goldsmith.

"Itis a great blessing to possess what one wishes," said sorne one to an ancient philosopher, who replied, "It is a greater blessing still, not to desire what one does not possess."


It is a shame when the church itself is a cemetery, where the living sleep above ground, as the dead do beneath.

A blithe heart makes a blooming visage.

The spider's most attenuated thread

Is cord—is cable—to man's tender tie

On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze. Young.

A cat in gloves is of no use to catch mice.

They who reach Parnassus' lofty crown
Employ their pains to spurn some others down;
And, while self-love each jealous writer rules,
Contending wits become the sport of fools. Pope.

Hurry and cunning are the two apprentices of dispatch and skill; but neither of them ever learn their master's trade. Cotton.

My heart is awed within me, when I think

Of the great miracle that still goes on,

In silence round me—the perpetual work

Of Thy creation, finished, yet renewed

Forever. Bryant. A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver or gold. Bible.

Be not too ready to condemn

The wrong thy brothers may have done;

Ere ye too harshly censure them

For human faults, ask, " Have I none?" Eliza Cook.

The Bible is a window in this prison of hope, through which we look into eternity. Dwight.

Books are company; and the company of bad books is as dangerous as the company of bad associates, while that of good books is like that of good men.


Freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.


When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones' are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?


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A very modest young gentleman, of the county of Tipperwy, having attempted many ways in vain to acquire the affections of a lady of great fortune, at last was resolved to try what could be done by the help of music, and therefore entertained her with a serenade under her windows at midnight; but she ordered her servant to drive him hence, by throwing stones at him. "Your music, my friend," said one • of his companions, "is as powerful as that of Orpheus, for it draws the very stones about you."

I was sitting beside my destined bride,

One still, sentimental day;
"How I long," said I, "but to make you cry,

And I'd kiss the bright tears away."

Fair Cecily blushed, her voice grew hushed,

I thought she would cry to be sure,
But she lisped to me, pouting prettily,

"Prevention is better than cure."

A sweet little creature was present at the recital of Chopin's music given by a famous prima donna. During the pathetic "Marche Funebre'' from the sonata, opus 35, her attention was fixed, as if the music had entranced her very • soul. Her eyes glistened with emotion, and her whole face was expressive of admiration and excitement. When the pianist had finished, the gentleman who was with this sweet little creature turned to her and said: "How beautifuT!" To which she replied, " Yes, indeed; doesn't it fit her exquisitely in the back? How much do you suppose it cost a yard?"

Determined beforehand we gravely pretend
To ask the opinion and advice of a friend;
Should his differ from ours on any pretense,
We pity his want both of judgment and sense,
But if he falls into and agrees with our plan,
Why, really we think him a sensible man.

A poor dirty shoe-boy going into a church, one Sunday evening, and seeing the parish boys standing in a row upon a bench to be catechized, he gets up himself, and stands in the very first place; so the parson, of course beginning with him, asked him, "What is your name?" "Rugged and Tough," answered he; "Who gave you that name?" said Domine: "Why the boys in our alley," replied poor Rugged and Tough.


A devout gentleman being very earnest in his prayers in the church, it happened that a pickpocket, being near him, stole away his watch. Having ended his prayers, he missed the watch, and complained to his friend that it was lost while he was at prayers; to which his friend replied, "Had you watched as well as prayed, your watch had not been stolen," adding these following lines:

"He that a watch will wear, this must he do,
Pocket his watch, and watch his pocket too."

"I do so like to talk to you," she says softly, in a pause of the conversation, beaming on him and sighing. "Why?" asks the unsuspecting youth. "Because," she answers gently—" Because you are all ears!"

When a man goes on a journey there are two things which he ought always to take with him,—a full purse and no bundles.

Two little girls aged four and six years, had just had new dresses, and were on their way to Sunday-school. Said Etta, the elder, "Oh, I have forgotten my verse!" "I haven't forgotten mine," replied the other; "it is, 'Blessed are the dressmakers.'"

A skeptical hearer recently said to a minister: "How do you reconcile the teachings of the Bible with the latest conclusions of science?" "I haven't seen this morning's papers," naively replied the minister. "What are the latest conclusions of modern science?"

A negro once prayed in meeting, that he and his brethren might be preserved from their upsettin' sins. "Brudder," said one of his friends at the close of the meeting, "you ain't got de right word. It's besettin' not upsettin'." "Brudder," replied the other, "if dal's so it's so. But I was prayin' de Lord to save us from de sin ob 'toxication, an' ef dat ain't an' upsettin' sin I dunno what am."

"Pa," said a little fellow to his unshaven father, "your chin looks like the wheel in the music box."

"If there's no moonlight, will you meet me by gaslight, dearest Katie?" "No, Augustus, I won't; I am no gas meter."

When George Colman the younger was asked if he knew Theodore Hook, he said, " Oh, yes; Hook and eye are often together."

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