which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to day than he was yesterday (Pope). The best of men who ever wore earth about him was a meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; the first true gentleman that ever breathed.-Decker. The highway of the upright is to depart from evil. . Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right. . A foolish son is a grief to his father and a bitterness to her that bare him. . The face of the Lord is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth. . Judgments are prepared for scorners, and stripes for the backs of fools.-The Bible. The fool hath said in his heart, "There is no God." Corrupt are they and have done abominable iniquity. . He that planted the ear, shall he not hear?. Thy word is very sure, therefore thy servant loveth it. . Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days. . Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might. A word spoken in due season, how good is it !—The Bible. Men resemble the gods in nothing so much as in doing good to their fellow creatures (Cicero). Zeal for the public good is the characteristic of a man of honor and a gentleman, and must take the place of pleasures, profits, and all other private gratifications (Steele). Perish discretion, when it interferes with duty! (More). For they can conquer who believe they can.-Dryden. He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, even they both are an abomination to the Lord.. Thou hast set our iniquities beforn thee: our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom a good understanding have all they that do his commandments; his praise endureth forever.-The Bible. : Vice is contagious: there is no trusting the sound and the sick together (Seneca). Vice, like disease, floats in the atmo sphere (Fletcher). Virtue never dwelt long with filth (Rumford). A singular fact-that when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes (Hawthorne). The words sneak and snake are from the same old Saxon root (Eliot). Wherever the speech is corrupted so also is the mind. The way of the wicked is as darkness: they know not at what they stumble. . Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people. . The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord: but the words of the pure are pleasant words. . In the way of righteousness is life; and in the pathway thereof there is no death.—The Bible. The best hearts are ever the bravest, said my Uncle Toby (Sterne). There is no more potent antidote to low sensuality than the adoration of the beautiful (Schlegel). Even from the body's purity the mind receives secret sympathetic aid. Virtue is that which must tip the preacher's tongue and the ruler's sceptre with authority (South). Such as thy words are, such will thy affections be; such thy deeds as thy affections; such thy life as thy deeds (Socrates). I would give nothing for the Christianity of a man whose very dog and cat were not better for his religion.-Rowland Hill. God made the human body, and it is by far the most exquisite and wonderful organization which has come to us from the Divine hand. It is a study for one's whole life. If an undevout astronomer is mad, an undevout physiologist is still madder (Beecher). Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep (Milton). The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.-Foubert. Vicious habits are so odious and degrading that they transform the individual who practices them into an incarnate demon (Cicero). Age has deformities enough of its own; do not add the deformity of vice (Cato). Modesty is the conscience of the body (Balzac). "One soweth and another reapeth" is a verity that applies to evil as well as good. Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world! yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world (Mrs. Jameson). Breed is stronger than pasture (Eliot). Moral beauty is the basis of all true beauty (Consin). Beauty is God's handwriting, a wayside sacrament.-Milton. Behavior is a mirror in which every one shows his image (Goethe). Common sense, alas! in spite of our educational institutions, is a rare commodity (Bovee). Ye may be aye stickin' in a tree, Jock; it will be growin' when ye're sleepin' (Scotch Farmer). He who plants a tree plants a hope. He prayeth best who loveth best all things both great and small; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; One grand, sweet song. "A Farewell," Charles Kingsley. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, Tempest. 289.-BEAUTIFUL SNOW. J. W. WATSON. Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow! Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow! It lights up the face, and it sparkles the eye; How the wild crowd goes swaying along, To be trampled in mud by the crowd rushing by— How strange it should be that this beautiful snów How strange it would be, when the night comes again, Too wicked for prayer, too weak for my moan Gone mad in their joy at the snow's coming down; With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow! 290-THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. F. M. FINCH. By the flow of the inland river, Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe;→ Waiting the judgment day ;- So with an equal splendor Sadly, but not with upbraiding, In the storm of the years that are fading, No more shall the war-cry sever, 291.-WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. H. W. LONGFELLOW. It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailòr, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, Colder and louder blew the wind, |