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There is a certain noble pride through which merits shine brighter than through modesty. Richttr.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought. Shakspeare.
It is as easy to draw back a stone thrown with force from the hand as to recaU a word once spoken. Alexander.
How shocking must thy summons be, O death,
To him who is at ease in his possessions!
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnished for that world to come. Blair.
There is no society, however free and democratic, where wealth will not create an aristocracy. Bulwer.
Life is only bright when it proceedeth
That is a treacherous friend against whom you mnst he always on your guard. Such a friend is wine. Bovee,
Step by step we gain the heights,
Envy shoots at others and wounds herself.
Frost went to the windows of those who slept,
And over each pane, like a fairy, crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped,
By the light of the moon were seen
Most beautiful things: there were flowers rnd trees,
There were bevies of birds and swarms oi bees;
There were cities with temples and towers; and these
All pictured in silver sheen. Hannah F. Gould.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and to have recovered hope. George Eliot
He is richest who is content with least; for content is the
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
How he esteems your merit,
To pardon or to bear it. Cowper.
Humility is the eldest born of virtue,
And claims the birthright at the throne of heaven.
Our life is nothing but a winter's day;
Some only break their fast, and then away;
Others stay dinner, and depart full-fed.
The deepest age but sups, and goes to bed.
He's most in debt that lingers out the day,
And who betimes has less and less to pay. Quarks.
He is idle that might be better employed.
Words are the soul's embassadors, who go
Abroad upon her errands to and fro;
They are the sole expounders of the mind,
And correspondence keep 'twixt all mankind. Howell,
In a calm sea every man is a pilot.
From every piercing sorrow
That heaves our breast to-day,
Or threatens us to-morrow,
Hope turns our eyes away;
On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight. Oottle.
Mean men admire wealth, great men glory.
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue!
Who flatters is of all mankind the lowest,
Save he who courts the flatterer. Hannah More,
Old fools are more foolish than young ones.
'Ti» remarkable, that they
Owen Meredith. Speak well of your friend, of your enemy say nothing.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger. Shaktpcare.
Vain glory blossoms but never bears.
Well may dreams present us fictions,
As make life itself a dream. Campbell.
He that is a wise man by day is no fool by night.
Your love in a cottage is hungry,
Your vine is a nest for flies;
Your milkmaid shocks the graces,
And simplicity talks of pies!
You lie down to your shady slumber,
And wake with a bug in your ear; .
And your damsel that walks in the mornio?
Is shod like a mountaineer. N. P. WiV.it.
Words are leaves; deeds are fruit.
Not from gray hairs authority doth flow,
Not from bald heads, nor from a wrinkled brow;
But our past life, when virtuously spent,
Must to our age those happy fruits present. Denham.
There would not be so many open mouths if there were not so many open ears. . Bishop Hall.
Burns o'er the plough sung sweet his wood-notes wild,
Praise no man too liberally before his face, norcensure him too lavishly behind his back; the one savors of flattery, the other of malice—and both are reprehensible; the true way to advance another's virtue is to follow it; and the best means to cry down another's vice is to decline it. Quurlet.
Care to our coffin adds a nail no doubt;
And every grin so merry, draws one out. Wolcott.
King Charles II on a certain occasion paid a visit to Dr. Busby. The Doctor is said to have strutted through his school with Ids hat on his head, while Ids majesty walked complaisantly behind him, with his hat under his arm; but, when he was taking his leave at the door, the Doctor, with (jreat humility, addressed him thus: "Sire, your majesty will, I hope, excuse my apparent want of respect; but if my boys were to imagine there was a greater man in the kingdom than myself, I should never be able to rule them."
A certain editor was taking a walk one evening with his wife, when she, who was somewhat romantic, and an admirer of nature, said: "Oh, Augustus, just notice the moon." "Can't think of it, my dear, for less than twenty cents a line."
"But why did you leave your last place?" asked Mrs. Brown. "Och, mum," replied the young person, with a toss of her shapeless head, "they was that mean that there was no livin' wid em. If you'll belave it, mum, 'twas only yisterday that 1 wint in til the parlor and there was two of the gurruls a-playin' on one peeany and their father rich enough to buy a dozen and niver fale it!"
Jones (accompanied by his dog Snap) meets Brown, who accosts him with " Good morning, Jones; how's your dog Snap?' Jones—"Pretty well, 1 thank you; how are you?"
"Well, my little man, aren't you barefoot rather early this season?" said a benevolent gentleman to a youngster one morning. "Guessnot. Wuz born barefoot, I wuz." "I declare, so you was, Bo you was. What a pity; what a pity. Well, Nature is unkind to the poor, really," and he gave the youngster a dime to atone for the neglect of the "mother of us all."
"Edward," said a mother to her son, a boy of eight, who was trundling a hoop in the front yard, " Edward you must not go out of that gate into the street." "No, ma, I won't," was the reply. A few minutes afterwards his mother saw him in the street manufacturing dirt pies. "Didn't I tell yon," she said angrily," not to go through the gate?" "Well, I didn't mother," was the reply, " I climbed over the fence."
A philosopher carrying something hidden under his cloak, an impertinent person asked him what he had under his cloak. The philosopher answered:—"I carry it there that you might not know."
Three young conceited wits, as lhey thought themselves, passing along the road, met a grave old gentleman, with whom they had a mind to be rudely merry. "Good morrow, Father Abraham," said one; "Good morrow, Father Isaac," naid the next; "Good morrow, Father Jacob," cried the last. '.'I am neither Abraham, Isaac, nor Jacob," replied the old gentleman, " but Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to seek his father's asses, and lo! here I have found them."
One Irishman meeting another asked what had become of their old acquaintance Patrick Murphy. "Arrah, now, honey," answered the other, " poor Pat wascondemned to be hanged; but he saved his life by dying in prison."
A tailor sent his bill to a lawyer for money. The lawyer bade the boy tell his master that he was not running away, but was very busy at the time. The boy came again and told him he must have the money. "Did you tell your master," said the lawyer, "that I was not running away?" "Yes, sir," answered the boy, " but he told me to tell you that he was."
Student (not very clear as to his lesson)—"That's what the author says, anyway." Professor—"I don't want the author; I want you!" Student (despairingly)—'- \Vell,you'va got me."
An Irish captain being on the ocean, many leagues from the most remote part of land, beheld at a short distance four sail of ships, ai|d in the joy of his heart exclaimed, " Arrah' my lads, pipe all hands on deck to behold this rich landscape."
A gentleman having a servant with a very thick skull, used often to call him the king of fools. "I wish," said the fellow one day, "you could make your words good, for I should then be the greatest monarch in the world."
A painter turned physician and a friend applauding him upon the change, said: "You have done well, for before, your faults could be discovered by the naked eye, but now they are all hid."
An author, who had given a comedy into the hands of a manager for his perusal, called on him for his opinion of the piece. The poor author, in trembling anxiety, awaited the fate of his performance. The manager returned the play with a grave face saying:—"Sir, depend upon it, this is a thing not to be laughed at."