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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

be, nify,

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,
The glory of the morn is shed
Like a celestial benison !
Here at the portal thou dost stand,

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 !

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( Goethe

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When sunny memories round thy path Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll, and
Their magic fancies gaily bind,

trials whelm the mind,
When retrospection bears its part

When faint with grief thy wearied soul no
And brings the forms of friends to mind, joys on earth can find,
The hand that traced these lines would claim Then lift thy voice to God on high, d:y up
A thought adorned in Friendship's name. the trembling tear,

And hush the low complaining sigh, Fear
Count that day lost, whose low descending sun not, thy God is near.
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.

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.

of heaven,

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.
Attempt the end and never stand in doubt,
Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.

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 ;
The rest, prepared for thee hy God,

Is rest forever.
Work for some good, be it ever so slowly;
Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly ;
Labor,-all labor is noble and holy.

Death cannot sever The ties that bind our souls through morta)


They last forever !

May the Angels twine for thee
A wreath of immortality.

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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.
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad
As we choose to fashion the measure.

Though the day be ever so long,
We must write the music, whatever the song, It bringeth at last to even song,"
Whatever its rhyme or metre,
And if it is glad we may make it sad,

When the roses of life are faded,
Or if sweet we may make it sweeter.

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
Heaven is not gained by a single bound,

The shadow of the night.
But we climb the ladder by which we rise;
From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,

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,
So should we live that every hour,

But keep it and remember me.
May die as dies the natural flower;
That every word and every

Blest be thy passage o'er the changing sea

deed May bear within itself the seed

Oi life; the clouds be few that intercept
Of future good, for future need.

Thy light of joy; the waves roll gently on

Beneath thy bark of hope and bear thee safe
Look forward, not backward,

To meet in peace, thy Father—God.
Not inward but outward,

Humble we must be, if to Heaven we go,
Not downward but upward.

High is the roof there, but the gate is low,




May ev'ry page of this fair book

On its smooth surface bear
Some kindly wish, some generous thought,

Or wit-gem sparkling fair.
Each autograph the signet be

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
And in the field of Destiny

reap as we have sown.
He doeth well who doth his best-

He doeth well who strives,
Noblest efforts sometimes fail

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.

your friend.

These few lines which here I trace Run if you like, but try to keep your breath,
Tears may not change nor age efface, Work earnestly, but don't be worked to death.
They may be read, though valued not
When he who penned them is forgot.

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.

selves great.

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.

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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.

pleasures lend;

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.


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