dress corresponding. Why was this man received with such concurring respect from every person in the room, even from those who had never known him or seen him before? It was not an exquisite form of person, or grandeur of dress, that struck us with admiration.

I believe long habits of virtue have a sensible effect on the countenance. There was something in the air of his face, that manifested the true greatness of mind, which likewise appeared in all he said, and in every part of his behaviour, obliging us to regard him with a sort of ven

eration. His aspect

Tis said that the Persians, in their ancient constitution, had public schools in which virtue was taught as a liberal art or science; and it is certainly of more consequence to a man, that he has learned to govern his passions in spite of temptation, to be just in his dealings, to be temperate in his pleasures, to support himself with fortitude under his misfortunes, to behave with prudence in all his affairs, and in every circumstance of life; I say, it is of much more real advantage to him, to be

Grew night.

Back from a sphere He came

Over a starry lawn, Looked at our world; and the dark thus qualified, than Looked at our world; and the dark

Grew dawn.

to be a master of
all the arts and
sciences in the
whole world beside. Virtue itself
alone is sufficient to make a man great,
glorious and happy. He that is acquainted
with Cato, as I am, can not help think-
ing, as I do now, and will acknowledge
he deserves the name, without being
honored by it. Cato is a man whom
fortune has placed in the most obscure
part of the country. His circumstances
are such, as only put him above neces-
sity, without affording him many super-
fluities; yet who is greater than Cato? I
happened but the other day to be at a
house in town, where, among others,
were met men of the most note in this
place. Cato had business with some of
them, and knocked at the door. The
most trifling actions of a man, in my
opinion, as well as the smallest features
and lineaments of the face, give a nice
observer some notion of his mind.
Methought he rapped in such a peculiar
manner, as seemed of itself to express
there was one, who deserved as well as
desired admission. He appeared in the
plainest country garb; his great coat was
coarse, and looked old and threadbare;
his linen was homespun; his beard, per-
haps of seven days' growth; his shoes
thick and heavy; and every part of his

God with His million cares

Went to the left or right,
Leaving our world; and the day

is sweetened with humanity and benevolence, and at the same time emboldened with resolution, equally free from diffident bashfulness and an unbecoming assurance. The consciousness of his own innate worth and unshaken integrity renders him calm and undaunted in the presence of the most great and powerful, and upon the most extraordinary occasions. His strict justice and known impartiality make him the arbitrator and decider of all differences, that arise for many miles around him, without putting his neighbors to the charge, perplexity and uncertainty of lawsuits. He always speaks the thing he means, which he is never afraid or ashamed to do, because he knows he always means well, and therefore is never obliged to blush, and feel the confusion of finding himself detected in the meanness of a falsehood. He never contrives ill against his neighbors, and therefore is never seen with a lowering, suspicious aspect. A mixture of innocence and wisdom makes him ever seriously cheerful. His generous hospitality to strangers, according to his ability; his goodness, his charity, his courage in the cause of the oppressed, his fidelity in friendship, his humility, his honesty and sincerity, his moderation, and his loyalty to the

Dawn and Dark," by Norman Gale

HAT Raphael is to color, what Mozart is in music, that Burns is in song. With his sweet words, "the mother soothes her child, the lover wooes his bride, the soldier wins his victory." His biographer says his genius was so overmastering that the news of Burns' arrival at the village inn drew farmers from their fields and at midnight wakened travelers, who left their beds to listen, delighted, until the morn se

EALTH is, indeed, so necessary to

all the duties as well as pleasures of life, that the crime of squandering it is equal to the folly; and he that for a short gratification brings weakness and diseases upon himself, and for the pleasure of a few years passed in the tumults of diversion and clamors of merriment, condemns the maturer and more experienced part of his life to the chamber and the couch, may be justly reproached, not only as a spendthrift of his happiness, but as a robber of the public; as a wretch that has voluntarily disqualified himself for the business of his station, and refused that part which Providence assigns him in the general task of human nature. Samuel Johnson.

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great Melting-Pot

One day this child of poverty and obscurity left his plow behind, and entering the drawing-rooms of Edinburgh, met Scotland's most gifted scholars, her noblest lords and ladies. Mid these scholars, statesmen and philosophers, he blazed" like a torch amidst the tapers," showing himself wiser than the scholars, wittier than the humorist, kinglier than the courtliest. And yet, in the very prime of his mid-manhood, Burns lay down to die, a broken-hearted man. HeMERICA is God's crucible, the who had sinned much suffered much, the and being the victim of his own folly, he races of Europe are melting and rewas also the victim of ingratitude and forming! Here you stand, good folk, misfortune. Bewildered by his debts, he think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, seems like an untamed eagle beating here you stand in your fifty groups, against bars he can not break. The last with your fifty languages and histories, time he lifted his pen upon the page it and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalwas not to give immortal form to some ries. But you won't be long like that, exquisite lyric he had fashioned, but to brothers, for these are the fires of God beg a friend in Edinburgh for a loan of you 've come to these are the fires of ten pounds to save him from the terrors God. A fig for your feuds and vendettas! of a debtor's prison. By contrast with Germans and Frenchmen, Irishmen and the lot of other worthies, Robert Burns Englishmen, Jews and Russians-into seems to have been the child of good the Crucible with you all! God is making fortune. In the last analysis the blame is the American. The real American has with the poet himself. Not want of good not yet arrived. He is only in the crufortune without, but want of good cible, I tell you-he will be the fusion of guidance within, wrecked his youth. Save all races, the common superman. Saul alone, history holds no sadder -Israel Zangwill. tragedy that that of Burns, who sang

poor."-Newell

"the short and simple annals of the IT'S good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it's good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure you have n't lost the things that money can't buy.

-George Horace Lorimer.

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ATURE gives to every time and

season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.-Dickens.

Courage and perseverance have a magical talisman, before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish into air.-John Quincy Adams.

He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.-Goethe.

GREAT many people run
down jealousy on the score
that it is an artificial feel-
ing, as well as practically
inconvenient. This is scarce-
ly fair; for the feeling on which it merely
attends, like an ill-humored courtier, is
self artificial in exactly the same sense
and to the same degree. I suppose what
is meant by that
objection is that
jealousy has not
always been a char-
acter of man;
formed no part of
that very modest
kit of sentiments
with which he is
supposed to have
begun the world;
but waited to make
its appearance in
better days and
among richer
natures. And this
is equally true of
love, and friend-
ship, and love of
country, and de-
light in what they
call the beauties of
nature, and most
other things worth
having. Love, in
particular, will not
endure any histor-
ical scrutiny: to all who have fallen
across it, it is one of the most incontest-
able facts in the world; but if you begin
to ask what it was in other periods and
countries, in Greece for instance, the
strangest doubts begin to spring up, and
everything seems so vague and changing
that a dream is logical in comparison.
Jealousy, at any rate, is one of the con-
sequences of love; you may like it or not,
at pleasure; but there it is.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

If I should die tonight
And you should come to my cold corpse
and say,

I

N China letters are respected not merely to a degree but in a sense which must seem, I think, to you unintelligible and overstrained. But there is a reason for it. Our poets and literary men have taught their successors, for long generations, to look for good not in wealth, not in power, not in miscellaneous activity, but in a trained, a choice, an exquisite appreciation of the most simple and univer

sal relations of life.

To feel, and in order to feel to express, or at least

If I should die tonight, And you should come in deepest grief to understand the expression of all that is lovely in Nature, all that is

and woe

"Here's that ten dollars that I owe,"

"

I might arise in my large white cravat poignant and sen-
And say, "What's that?
sitive in man, is to
us in itself a suffi-
cient end. A rose

If I should die tonight

And you should come to my cold corpse in a moonlit gar-
and kneel,
den, the shadow of
Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,
trees on the turf,
almond bloom,
I say, if I should die tonight
scent of pine, the
And you should come to me, and there
wine-cup and the
and then
guitar, these and
Just even hint at paying me that ten,
the pathos of life
I might arise the while,
and death, the long
But I'd drop dead again.
embrace, the hand
stretched out in
vain, the moment
that glides for ever away, with its freight
of music and light, into the shadow and
hush of the haunted past, all that we
have, all that eludes us, a bird on the
wing, a perfume escaped on the gale-
to all these things we are trained to
respond, and the response is what we
call literature.-G. Lowes Dickinson.

“If I Should Die To-Night,” by Ben King

Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless
clay-

And say:

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The law of worthy life is fundamentally
the law of strife. It is only through labor
and painful effort, by grim energy and
resolute courage, that we move on to
better things.-Theodore Roosevelt.

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Reason elevates our thoughts as high as the stars, and leads us through the vast space of this mighty fabric; yet it comes far short of the real extent of our corporeal being.-Samuel Johnson.

30 30 The man who trusts men will make fewer mistakes than he who distrusts them.-Cavour.