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GEMS FOR THE FIRESIDE.
But one upon Earth is more beautiful and A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleabetter than the wife-that is the mother.
(Tupper. (L. Schefer. Heaven lies about us in our infancy! The foundation of domestic happiness is faith
( Wordsworth in the virtue of woman. (Landor. Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, The future destiny of the child is always the When the rich casket shone in bright array,
work of the mother. (Napoleon. " These are my jewels !” Well of such as he And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dig.
When Jesus spake, well might the language
Suffer these little ones to come to me!" A woman, so she's good, what does it signify?
(Rogers. (Byron. Standing with reluctant feet, Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low; an Where the brook and river meet, excellent thing in woman. (Shakespeare. Womanhood and childhood fleet! Like a lovely tree
(Longfelloi. She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Be wise with speed, Rejected several suitors, just to learn A fool at forty is a fool indeed. (Pony How to accept a better in his turn. (Byron. Years follow'ng years, steal something ev'ry Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.
day; (Lowell. At last they steal us from ourselves away,
( Pope. Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind
Dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
But man cannot cover what God would reBeats with his blood, and trust in all things
veal : hi h Comes
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, to him, and though he trip and easy fall,
And coming events cast their shadows before. He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Campbell It is difficult to grow old gracefully.
( Tennyson. And nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, 0);
The youth of the soul is everlasting and Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
eternity is youth.
(Richter. An' then she made the lasses, O. (Burns. Old age is courteous,no one more :
For time after time he knocks at the door, YOUTH AND AGE.
But nobody says, “ Walk in, sir, pray!" O child ! O new-born denizen
Yet turns he not from the door away,
But lifts the latch, and enters with speed, Of life's great city! on thy head
And then they cry,
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the And with thy little hand
swelling of the fresh life within, that Thou openest the mysterious gate
withers and bursts the brusk. Into the future's undiscovered land.
(Longfellow. Life's shadows are meeting Eternity's day. How beautiful is youth ! how bright it gleams With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Time has laid his hand upon my heart gently, Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend !
(Madame de Staël.
A cool one, indeed."
(James G. Clarke.
not smiting it, but as a harper lays his open palm upon his barp, to deaden les
When sunny memories round thy path Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll, and
trials whelm the mind,
When faint with grief thy wearied soul no
And hush the low complaining sigh, Fear
Act well at the moment, and you
perGladly I give thee my token
formed a good action to all eternity. 'Tis a prayer that thy future may be A path way of peace all unbroken, Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows Naught bringing sadness to thee.
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-meAccompany your own flag through the nots of the angels. world under the protection of your own
May your joys be as deep as the ocean,
Your sorrows as light as its foam.
These little souvenirs possess not their
greatest value when first written; but Be what your friends think you are;
as time, with scythe in hand, passes Avoid what your enemies say you are.
along, and we are left standing, we are
not the same, but these lines remain. To those who know thee not, no words can Some, to cheer the saddened by awakpaint!
ening slumbering memories of better And those who know thee, know all words things; and others serving as guideare faint!
boards on the road to eternity.
Finish all thy work, then rest
Till then, rest never ;
Is rest forever.
Death cannot sever The ties that bind our souls through morta)
They last forever !
May the Angels twine for thee
Our lives are songs ; God writes the words, Hope for the best, get ready for the worst, And we set thern to music at pleasure,
and then take what God sends.
Though the day be ever so long,
When the roses of life are faded,
And our steps are sad and slow,
May we think with tender longing As gold more splendid from fire appears,
Of the days of long ago: So friendship strengthens with the lapse of When our girlish aspirations years.
Were so innocent and bright,
Ere on our lives had fallen
The shadow of the night.
When memory with her jeweled hand, And we mount to the summit, round and Counts o'er her gems by life's bright sea, round.
Drop not my pearl upon the strand,
But keep it and remember me.
Blest be thy passage o'er the changing sea
deed May bear within itself the seed
Oi life; the clouds be few that intercept
Thy light of joy; the waves roll gently on
Beneath thy bark of hope and bear thee safe
To meet in peace, thy Father—God.
Humble we must be, if to Heaven we go,
High is the roof there, but the gate is low,
SENTIMENTS FOR ALBUMS.
May ev'ry page of this fair book
On its smooth surface bear
Or wit-gem sparkling fair.
Of some true-hearted friend; The memory of whose genial soul
Will ever sunshine lend.
The tissue of the life to be
We weave with colors all our own
reap as we have sown.
He doeth well who strives,
But never noble lives.
Oh, let my friendship in the wreath, Friendship is no plant of hasty growth,
Though but a bud among the flowers, Though planted in esteem's deep fixed soil Its sweetest fragrance round thee breathe, - The gradual culture of kind intercourse
'Twill serve to soothe thy weary hours. Must bring it to perfection.
These few lines which here I trace Run if you like, but try to keep your breath,
My friend, if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high, A life without a purpose is like a ship at sea Mine will not all be lost in air
without a destination; the course of each But waft thy name beyond the sky. will be uncertain, but the sad end sure.
Our actions are like the terminations of verses, Were it not for the clouds that darken upon which we rhyme as we please.
us, there would be no rainbows in our lives.
Be true to your word and your work and If you would be loved, be lovable.
Trust men, and they will be true to you : treat We shape, ourselves, the joy or fear
them greatly, and they will show themOf which the coming life is made, And fill our future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade.
Here's a lesson that he who runs may read,
Though I fear but few have won it. Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
The best reward of a kindly deed 'Tis only noble to be good.
Is the knowledge of having done it. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. What you can do or dream you can begin it;
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it; Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by Only engage and then the mind grows heated ; God's fingers.
Begin, and the work will be completed.
As ships meet at sea, a moment together, Look not at life by that dim light
when words of greeting must be spoken, Which through thy curtained window creeps. and then away into the deep, so men What can a soul discern that weeps ? meet in this world; and I think we Go, share the fight, leave self behind; should cross no man's path without hail. Give others joy, and thou shalt find, ing him, and, if he needs, giving him Even in affliction, peace of mind; supplies.
In weakness, heavenly might.
Each gift that God bestows on thee
Prosperity attend thee, my loved and gentle With others freely share;
friend, And let each act of sacrifice
May fortune still befriend thee, and all its Be hallowed by a prayer.
Through life as thou dost wend thee, may Of all earthly music, that which reaches the
Heaven its blessing send, farthest into heaven is the beating of a Like seraphs to attend thee, forever more my loving heart.