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HESE are the times that try

men's souls. The summer
soldier and the sunshine

patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the

harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we may obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: 't is dearness only that gives everything its value.

Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods so

like my writing to you; yet I feel strongly disposed so far to presume on the old relation which existed between us as to express my earnest hope that you will not attach too much importance to your disappointment, whatever it may have been, at the recent examination. I believe that I attach quite as much value as is reasonable to

HARDLY know whether you would

Where weary folk toil, black with university distinc-
smoke,

And hear but whistles scream,
I went, all fresh from dawn and dew,
To carry them a dream.

I went to bitter lanes and dark,

Who once had known the sky,
To carry them a dream-and found
They had more dreams than I.
"The Dream-Bearer," by Mary Carolyn Davies

It would be strange
indeed if so celestial
an article as free-
dom should not be highly rated. Britain,
with an army to enforce her tyranny,
has declared that she has a right (not
only to tax) but "to bind us in all cases
whatsoever," and if being bound in that
manner, is not slavery, then is there not
such a thing as slavery upon earth. Even
the expression is impious, for so unlimited
a power can belong only to God.

* * * * * *

I have as little superstition in me as any man living, but my secret opinion has ever been, and still is, that God Almighty will not give up a people to military destruction, or leave them unsupportedly to perish, who have so earnestly and so repeatedly sought to avoid the calamities of war, by every decent method which wisdom could invent.

Neither have I so much of the infidel in me, as to suppose that He has relinquished the government of the world, and given us up to the care of devils. -Thomas Paine (From The Crisis)

Men and nations can only be reformed in their youth; they become incorrigible as they grow old.-Rousseau.

tions; but it would be a grievous evil if the good of a man's reading for three years were all to depend on the result of a single examination, affected as that result must ever in

some degree be by causes independent of a man's intellectual excellence. I am sayingnothing but what you know quite well already; still a momentary feeling of disappointment may tempt a man to do himself great injustice, and to think that his efforts have been attended by no proportionate fruit. I can only say, for one, that as far as the real honor of Rugby is concerned, it is the effort, a hundred times more than the issue of the effort, that is in my judgment a credit to the school: inasmuch as it shows that the men who go from here to the University do their duty there; and that is the real point which alone to my mind reflects honor either on individuals or on societies; and if such a fruit is in any way traceable to the influence of Rugby, then I am proud and thankful to have had such a man as my pupil.-Thomas Arnold. (Letter to a Student.)

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness. Speak approving, cheering words while their ears can hear them and while their hearts can be thrilled by them.-Henry Ward Beecher.

T is well to bear in mind that whatever other sins the South may be called to bear, when it comes to business, pure and simple, it is in the South that the Negro is given a man's chance in the commercial world. * * * *

Our greatest danger is that in the great leap from slavery to freedom we may overlook the fact that the masses of us are to live by the productions of our hands, and fail to keep in mind that we shall prosper in proportion as we learn. to dignify and glorify common labor and put brains and skill into the common occupations of life; shall prosper in proportion as we learn to draw the line between the superficial and the substantial, the ornamental gewgaws of life and the useful. No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem. It is at the bottom of life we must begin, and not at the top.

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that the agitation of questions of social equality is the extremest folly, and that progress in the enjoyment of all the privileges that will come to us must be the result of severe and constant struggle rather than of artificial forcing. No race that has anything to contribute to the markets of the world is long in any degree ostracized.

-Booker T. Washington.

F our course of life be pure, and our actions good and right, there is no need for a reward in another world even though in this one everything to which the mere worldling attaches a value should be wanting. It indicates a trivial knowledge of the true nature, and a trivial respect for the true worth and dignity of man, if the stimulus of a reward in another world must be held out in order to rouse him to action worthy of his nature and high calling.

The feeling, the consciousness of having lived and worked in unswerving faithfulness to his true nature and dignity ought, without the need or demand of any other external satisfaction, to be at all times his highest rewards We weaken and degrade the human nature we should strengthen and raise, when we dangle before it a bait to good action, even though this bait be hung out from another world. In using an external stimulus, however seemingly spiritual, to call forth a better life, we leave undeveloped that active and independent inward force which is implanted within every man for the manifestation of ideal humanity.-Friedrich Froebel.

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MERSON'S was an Asiatic mind, drawing its sustenance partly from the hard soil of our New England, partly, too, from the air that has known Himalaya and the Ganges. So impressed with this character of his mind was Mr. Burlingame, as I saw him, after his return from his mission, that he said to me, in a freshet of hyperbole, which was the overflow of a channel with a thread of truth running in it, "There are twenty thousand Ralph Waldo Emersons in China."

What could we do with this unexpected, unprovided for, unclassified, half-unwelcome newcomer, who had been for a while potted, as it were, in

our Unitarian

ministers denounced his heresies, and handled his writings as if they were packages of dynamite, and the grandmothers were as much afraid of his new teachings as old Mrs. Piozzi was of geology. We had had revolutionary orators, reformers, martyrs; it was but a few years since Abner Kneeland had been sent to jail for expressing an opinion about the great First Cause; but we had had nothing like this man, with his seraphic voice and countenance, his choice vocabu

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they

mean,

Tears from the depth of some divine
despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields, lary, his refined ut-
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a
sail,

That brings our friends up from the under-
world,

Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the

verge;

So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer
dawns

The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering

square;

So sad, so strange, the days that are no

more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy
feign'd

On lips that are for others: deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
Oh, death in life! the days that are no

cold green-house,
but had taken to
growing so fast that
he was lifting oft
its glass roof and
letting in the hail-
storms? Here was a
protest that out-
flanked the extreme
left of liberalism,
yet so calm and
serene that its
radicalism had the
accents of the gos-
pel of peace. Here
was an iconoclast
without a hammer,
who took down our
idols from their pedestals so tenderly that
it seemed like an act of worship.
The scribes and pharisees made light of
his oracular sayings. The lawyers could
not find the witnesses to subpœna and
the documents to refer to when his case
came before them, and turned him over
to their wives and daughters The

more.

“Tears, Idle Tears,” by Alfred Tennyson

terance, his gentle courage, which, with a different manner, might have been called audacity, his temperate statement of opinions which threatened to shake the existing order of thought like an earthquake ☛☛ His peculiarities of ing became fertile style and of thinkparents of mannerisms, which were fair game for ridicule as they appeared in his imi

tators. For one who

talks like Emerson finds himself suror like Carlyle soon rounded by a crowd of walking phonographs, who mechanically reproduce his mental and vocal accents. Emerson was before long talking in the midst of a babbling Simonetta of echoes, and not unnaturally was now and then himself a mark for the small-shot of criticism. He had soon reached that height in the "cold thin atmosphere" of thought where "Vainly the fowler's eye might mark his distant

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flight to do him wrong." ¶ I have known something of Emerson as a talker, not nearly so much as many others who can speak and write of him. It is unsafe to tell how a great thinker talks, for perhaps, like a city dealer with a village customer, he has not shown his best goods to the innocent reporter of his sayings. However that may be in this case, let me contrast in a single glance the momentary effect in conversation of the two neighbors, Hawthorne and Emerson. Speech seemed like a kind of travail to Haw

a single

thorne. One must harpoon him like a cetacean with questions to make him talk at all. Then the words came from him at last, with bashful manifestations, like

the boundaries of thought for the few that followed him, and the many who never knew, and do not know today, what hand it was which took down their prison walls. He was a preacher who taught that the religion of humanity included both those of Palestine, nor those alone, and taught it with such consecrated lips that the narrowest bigot was asham

What delightful hosts are they-
Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,

This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me
Their high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight

And all gratitude, I stay

Yet to press their hands and say,

ed to pray for him as from a footstool nearer tothethrone. "Hitch your wagon to a star':" this was his version of the

divine lesson taught by that holy George Herbert whose words he loved. Give him whatever place belongs to him in the literature of our lan

"Thanks. So fine a time! Good guage, of the world,

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night."

but remember this: the end and aim of

"A Parting Guest," by James Whitcomb Riley his being was to

those of a young girl, almost-words that gasped themselves forth, seeming to leave a great deal more behind them than they told, and died out discontented with themselves, like the mono

make truth lovely and manhood valorous, and to bring our daily life nearer and nearer to the eternal, immortal, invisible.

-Oliver Wendell Holmes.

logue of thunder in the sky, which alwaysHEN I was born, New York con

goes off mumbling and grumbling as if it had not said half it wanted to, and ought to say.

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To sum up briefly what would, as it seems to me, be the text to be unfolded in his biography, he was a man of excellent common sense, with a genius so uncommon that he seemed like an exotic transplanted from some angelic nursery. His character was so blameless, so beautiful, that it was rather a standard to judge others by than to find a place for on the scale of comparison. Looking at life with the profoundest sense of its infinite significance, he was yet a cheerful optimist, almost too hopeful, peeping into every cradle to see if it did not hold a babe with the halo of a new Messiah about it. He enriched the treasure-house of literature, but, what was far more, he enlarged

tained 27,000 inhabitants. The upper limits of the city were at Chambers Street. Not a single free school, either by day or night, existed. General Washington had just entered upon his first term as President of the United States, the whole annual expenditures of which did not exceed $2,500,000, being about sixty cents per head of the population. Not a single steam engine had yet been built or erected on the American continent; and the people were clad in homespun and 'were characterized by the simple virtues and habits which are usually associated with that primitive garb.

I need not tell you what the country now is, and what the habits and the garments of its people now are, or that the expenditure, per capita, of the general government has increased fifteen

fold. But I have witnessed and taken a deep interest in every step of the marvelous development and progress which have characterized this century beyond all the centuries which have gone before.

may be ready to welcome laborers to a new field of usefulness, and to clear the road for their progress.

This I have tried to do, as well in the perfecting and execution of their ideas as in making such provision as my means have permitted for the proper education of the young mechanics and citizens of my native city, in order to fit them for the

Measured by the achievements of the
years I have seen, I am one of the oldest
men who have ever lived; but I do not
feel old, and I propose to give you the
recipe by which I
have preserved my
youth. I have al-
ways given a friend-
ly welcome to new
ideas, and I have
endeavored not to
feel too old to learn,
and thus, though I
stand here with the
snows of so many
winters upon my
head, my faith in
human nature, my
belief in the prog-
ress of man to a
better social con-
dition, and espe-
cially my trust in
the ability of men to establish and main-
tain self-government, are as fresh and as
young as when I began to travel the path
of life

Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music:
"With malice toward none, with chairty
for all."

Out of me the forgiveness of millions
towards millions,

And the beneficent face of a nation
Shining with justice and truth.

I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath
these weeds,

Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln,
Wedded to him, not through union,
But through separation.

Bloom forever, O Republic,
From the dust of my bosom!

"Anne Rutledge," by Edgar Lee Masters

While I have always recognized that the object of business is to make money in an honorable manner, I have endeavored to remember that the object of life is to do good. Hence I have been ready to engage in all new enterprises, and, without incurring debt, to risk in their promotion the means which I had acquired, provided they seemed to me calculated to advance the general good.

This will account for my early attempt to perfect the steam engine, for my attempt to construct the first American locomotive, for my connection with the telegraph in a course of efforts to unite our country with the European world, and for my recent efforts to solve the problem of economical steam navigation on the canals It happens to but few men to change the current of human progress, as it did to Watt, to Fulton, to Stephenson, and to Morse; but most men

reception of new ideas, social, mechanical and scientific-hoping thus to economize and

expand the intel

lectual as well as the physical forces, and provide a larger fund for distribution among the various classes which necessarily make up the total of society s

If our lives shall be such that we shall receive the glad welcome of "Well done, good and faithful servant," we shall then know that we have not lived in vain.-Peter Cooper (From an Address, 1874.)

HE less there is said of physical

structure and laws, and the more there is thought and said about moral and spiritual law, the higher the standard of mortals will be, and the farther they will be removed from imbecility of mind and body.

We should master fear, instead of culti-
vating it. It was the ignorance of our fore-
fathers, in the departments of knowledge
broadcast in the earth, which made them
more hardy than our trained physiol-
ogists, more honest than our sleek poli-
ticians. Mary Baker Eddy.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

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