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HAT we have a right to ex-
the principle to follow is: Hit the line
man by being a good boy-not a goody-N the beginning, men went forth but just a plain good boy. I each day-some to do battle, some do not mean that he must love only the to the chase; others, again, to dig and to negative virtues; I mean that he must delve in the field-all that they might love the positive gain and live, or virtues also. lose and die. Until "Good," in the there was found largest sense, among them one, should include differing from the whatever is fine, rest, whose pursuits straight forward, attracted him not, clean, brave, and and so he staid by manly. The best the tents with the boys I know-the women, and traced best men I knowstrange devices are good at their with a burnt stick studies or their upon a gourd. business, fearless This man, who took and stalwart, hated no joy in the ways of his brethrenwho cared not for conquest, and fretted in the fieldthis designer of quaint patternsthis deviser of the beautiful-who
and feared by all
that is wicked and
Out of the night that covers me,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
It matters not how strait the gate,
perceived in Nature about him curious curvings, as faces are seen in the firethis dreamer apart, was the first artist.
We have then but to wait-until, with the mark of the gods upon him-there come among us again the chosen-who shall continue what has gone before. Satisfied that, even were he never to appear, the story of the beautiful is already complete-hewn in the marbles of the Parthenon-and broidered, with the birds, upon the fan of Hokusai-at the foot of Fuji-Yama.
-J. McNeill Whistler.
HERE is but one virtue: to help human beings to free and beautiful life; but one sin: to do them indifferent or cruel hurt; the love of humanity is the whole of morality. This is Goodness, this is Humanism, this is the Social Conscience.-J. William Lloyd.
Oman has earned the right to intellectual ambition until he has learned to lay his O course by a star which he has never seen-to dig by the divining-rod for springs which he may never reach. In saying this, I point to that which will make your study heroic. For I say to you in all sadness of conviction, that to think great thoughts you must be heroes as well as idealists. Only when you have worked alonewhen you have felt around you a black gulf of solitude more isolating than that which surrounds the dying man, and in hope and in despair have trusted to your own unshaken willthen only will you have achieved. Thus only can you gain the secret isolated joy of the thinker, who knows that, long after he is dead and forgotten, men who never heard of him will be moving to the measure of his thoughtthe subtile rapture of a postponed power, which the world knows not because it has no external trappings, but which to his prophetic vision is more real than that which commands an army. And if this joy should not be yours,-still it is only thus that you can know that you have done what it lay in you to do,—can say that you have lived, and be ready for the end.-Oliver Wendell Holmes.
ELFISHNESS is not living as one wishes to live; it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. And unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them. Selfishness always aims at creating around it an absolute uniformity of type. Unselfishness recognizes infinite variety of type as a delightful thing, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it. Oscar Wilde.
God, we don't like to complain
We know that the mine is no lark— But-there's the pools from the rain: But-there's the cold and the dark.
HE tree which moves some to
tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination Nature is Imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees.-William Blake.
God, You don't know what it is—
God, if You had but the moon
Stuck in Your cap for a lamp, Even You'd tire of it soon,
Down in the dark and the damp.
N enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its own dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Nothing but blackness above,
And nothing that moves but the cars— God, if You wish for our love,
Fling us a handful of stars!
"Caliban in the Coal Mines," by Louis Untermeyer
E courteous to all, but inti- COMMERCE is a game of skill,
mate with few; and let those
which every man can not play, which few men can play well. The right merchant is one who has the just average of faculties we call commonsense; a man of strong affinity for facts, who makes up his decision on what he has seen. He is thoroughly persuaded of the truths of arithmetic. There is always a reason, in the man, for his good or bad fortune; and so, in making money. Men talk as if there were some magic about this, and believe in magic, in all parts of life. He knows that all goes on the old road, pound for pound, cent for cent-for every effect a perfect cause-and that good luck is another name for tenacity of purpose.-Emerson.
few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation. Let your heart feel for the affections and distresses of every one, and let your hand give in proportion to your purse; remembering always the estimation of the widow's mite, that it is not every one that asketh that deserveth charity; all however, are worthy of the inquiry, or the deserving may suffer.
Do not conceive that fine clothes make fine men, any more than fine feathers make fine birds. A plain, genteel dress is more admired, obtains more credit, than lace and embroidery, in the eyes of the judicious and sensible.-George Washington in a letter to his nephew, Bushrod Washington, 1783.
HE names of the Periclean Age are high. There is a higher one yet, that of Pericles. Statesman, orator, philosopher, soldier, artist, poet and lover, Pericles was so great that, another Zeus, he was called the Olympian. If to him Egeria came, would it not, a poet somewhere asked, be uncivil to depict her as less than he? It would be not only uncivil but untrue.
Said Themistocles, " You see that boy of mine? Though but five, he governs the universe. Yes, for he rules his mother, his mother rules me, I rule Athens and Athens the world." After Themistocles it was Pericles' turn to govern and be ruled
His sovereign was Aspasia.
O me it seems as if when God conceived the world, that was poetry; He formed it, and that was sculpture; He varied and colored it, and that was painting; and then, crowning all, He peopled it with living beings, and that was the grand divine, eternal drama. -Charlotte Cushman.
O be honest, to be kind, to earn a little, and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not to be embittered, to keep a few friends, but these without capitulation; above all, on the same condition, to keep friends with himself; here is a task for all a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
-Robert Louis Stevenson.
OD is to be our father, yet we are far from being fathers to our own children. We presume to have insight into divine things, and yet we neglect as unworthy of notice those human relations which are a key to the divine.
BAD man is wretched amidst every earthly advantage; a good mantroubled on every side, yet not distressed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed.-Plato.
LOVE children. They do not prattle of yesterday: their interests are all of today and the tomorrows-I love children.-Richard Mansfield.
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.-Ovid.
T is a curious reflection that the ordinary private person who collects objects of a modest luxury has nothing about him so old as his books. If a wave of the rod made everything around him disappear that did not exist a century ago, he would suddenly find himself with one or two sticks of furniture perhaps, but otherwise alone with his books. Let the work of another century pass, and certainly nothing would be left but these little brown volumes-so many caskets full of tenderness and passion, disappointed ambition, fruitless hope, self-torturing envy, conceit, aware, in maddening, lucid moments, of its own folly -Edmund Gosse 90 300
Alive they flourish, and alive
And Earth who nourished them
Should we, her wiser sons, be
To sink into her lap when life is Y share of the
work of the world may be limited, but the fact that it is work makes it precious. Darwin could work
HE faculty to dream was not given to mock us. There is a reality back of it. There is a divinity behind our legitimate desires. By the desires that have divinity in them, we do not refer to the things that we want but do not need; we do not refer to the desires that turn to Dead Sea fruit on our lips or to ashes when eaten, but to the legitimate desires of the soul for the realization of those ideals, the longing for full, complete self-expression, the time and opportunity for the weaving of the pattern shown in the moment of our highest transfiguration. A man will remain a rag-picker as long as he has only the vision of the ragpicker ♪♪❤ Our mental attitude, our heart's desire, is our perpetual prayer which Nature answers. She takes it for granted that we desire what we are headed toward, and she helps us to it. People little realize that their desires are their perpetual prayers-not head prayers, but heart prayers-and that they are granted.
Most people do not half realize how sacred a thing a legitimate ambition is. What is this eternal urge within us which is trying to push us on and on, up and up? It is the urge, the push in the great force within us, which is perpetually prodding us to do our best and refuses to accept our second best. -Orison Swett Marden.
Leaf after leaf drops off, flower
Some in the chill, some in the
"Leaf After Leaf Drops Off,"
by Walter Savage Landor
Things printed can never be stopped; they are like babies baptized, they have a soul from that moment, and go on forever.-Meredith.
only half an hour at a time; yet in many diligent half-hours he laid anew the foundations of philosophy.
Green, the historian, tells us that the world is moved not only by the mighty shoves of the heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker.-Helen Keller.
HE character and qualifications of the leader are reflected in the men he selects, develops and gathers around him. Show me the leader and I will know his men. Show me the men and I will know their leader. Therefore, to have loyal, efficient employees-be a loyal and efficient employer.-Arthur W. Newcomb.
Of all kinds of pride I hold national pride the most foolish; it ruined Greece; it ruined Judea and Rome.-Herder.
E have reached Cascade Creek at last; and a beautiful grove of pine trees, beneath whose shade a clear stream, whose waters are free from the nauseous taste of alkali, furnishes a delightful place to camp. Now, dismounting and seeing that your horse is well cared for, while the men are unloading the packmules and pitching the tents, walk up that trail winding up the hillside, follow it for a little among the solemn pines, and then pass out from the tree shadows and take your stand upon that farther rock, clinging to it well meanwhile and being very sure of your footing, for your head will swim and grow dizzy, and there opens before you one of the most stupendous scenes of Nature, the Lower Falls of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone ☛☛
With fingers weary and worn,
lutely level. The water seems to wait a moment on its verge, then it passes with a single bound, three hundred and fifty feet below.
In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"
It is a sheer, unbroken, compact, shining mass of silver foam. But your eyes are all the while distracted from the fall itself, great and beautiful as it is, to its marvelous setting; to the surprising, overmastering canyon into which the river leaps, and through which it flows, dwindling to but a foamy ribbon there in its appalling depths. As you cling here to this jutting rock, the falls are already many hundred feet below you. The falls unroll their whiteness down amid the canyon gloom
These rocky sides are almost perpendicular; indeed, in many places the boiling springs have gouged them out so as to leave overhanging cliffs and tables at the top. Take a stone and throw it over; you have to wait long before you hear it strike. Nothing more awful have I ever seen than the yawning of that chasm; and the stillness, solemn as midnight, profound as death. The water dashing there as in a kind of agony, against those rocks, you can not hear.
The mighty distance lays the finger of silence on its white lips. You are oppressed by a sense of danger. It is as though the vastness would soon force you from the rock to which you cling. The silence, the sheer depth, the gloom, burden you. It is a relief to feel the firm earth beneath your feet again, as you carefully crawl back from your perchingplace s☛☛
But this is not all, nor is the half yet told. As soon as you can stand it, go out on that jutting rock again and mark the sculpturing of God upon those vast and
Till the brain begins to swim! Work-work-work
And now where shall I begin, and how shall I, in any wise, describe this tremendous sight; its overpowering grandeur, and at the same time, its inexpressible beauty?
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Band, and gusset, and seam,—
Look yonder! Those are the Lower Falls of the Yellowstone. They are not the grandest in the world, but there are none more beautiful. There is not the breadth and dash of Niagara, nor is there the enormous depth of leap of some of the waterfalls of Yosemite.
But there is a majesty of its own kind, and beauty, too. On either side are vast pinnacles of sculptured rock. There, where the rock opens for the river, its waters are compressed from a width of two hundred feet, between the Upper and Lower Falls, to less than one hundred feet where it takes the plunge. The shelf of rock over which it leaps is abso