Appendix.

NOTE

The following pages contain the Supplements to the four Numbers of "100 Choice Selections" embraced in this volume, which, for greater convenience in arranging, are here grouped together instead of appear. ing at the end of the Numbers to which they respectively belong.

SUPPLEMENT TO

One Hundred Choice Selections, No. 29

CONTAINING

SENTIMENTS For Public Occasions;

WITTICISMS For Home Enjoyment;

LIFE THOUGHTS For Private Reflection;
FUNNY SAYINGS For Social Pastime, &c.

God's justice is a bed where we
Our anxious hearts may lay,

And, weary with ourselves, may sleep

Our discontent away.

For right is right, since God is God;

And right the day must win;

To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin.

Faber.

Robertson.

Forget mistakes; organize victory out of mistakes.

Bless'd be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around

Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,

Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale,
Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good.

Goldsmith.

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider.

Bacon.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to the springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of re-
freshment;

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. Longfellow.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

His be the praise, who, looking down with scorn
On the false judgment of the partial herd,
Consults his own clear heart and boldly dares

Bacon.

To be, not to be thought, an honest man. Philemon. It is only great periods of calamity that reveal to us our great men, as comets are revealed by total eclipses of the

sun.

The tongue is held in honor by such men

As reckon words of more account than deeds.

Richter.

Sophocles.

Beauty is so precious, the enjoyments it gives are so refined and pure, so congenial with our tenderest and noblest feelings, and so akin to worship, that it is painful to think of the multitude of men as living in the midst of it, and living almost as blind to it as if, instead of the fair earth and glorious sky, they were tenants of a dungeon.

Men there are, who, right transgressing,
Honor semblance more than being;

O'er the sufferers all are ready

Wail of bitter grief to utter,
Though the bitter pang of sorrow
Never to their heart approaches;

So, with counterfeit rejoicing,

Men strain faces that are smileless.

Channing.

Eschylus.

Let people prate as they will, the woman was never born yet who would not cheerfully and proudly give herself and her whole destiny into a worthy hand, at the right time, and under fitting circumstances-that is, when her whole heart and conscience accompanied and sanctified the gift. Muloch. Far does the man all other men excel,

Who from his wisdom, thinks in all things well;
Wisely considering, to himself a friend,
All for the present best and for the end.
Nor is the man without his share of praise,
Who well the dictates of the wise obeys;
But he that is not wise himself, nor can
Hearken to wisdom, is a useless man.

Hesiod.

Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue,

All things in short, to which belong

The charm, the grace that Time makes strong:
All these I prize, but (entre nous)

Old friends are best!

Dobson.

the first ingredient in conversation is truth; the next, good sense; the third, good humor, and the fourth, wit. Sir W. Temple.

Oh, who shall lightly say that fame
Is nothing but an empty name?
While in that sound there is a charm
The nerves to brace, the heart to warm,
As, thinking of the mighty dead,
The young from slothful couch shall start,
And vow, with lifted hands outspread,
Like them to act a noble part!

Joanna Baillie.

Avarice generally miscalculates, and as generally deceives. Not mindless of the growing years

Of care and loss and pain,

My eyes are wet with thankful tears

For blessings which remain.

J. G. Whittier,

A few books well chosen are of more use than a great library.

No love can ever make me blind
To what we should despise;

And to the smallest virtue known,
No hate can close my eyes.

Elmer Ruan Coates.

He has but one great fear that fears to do wrong. C. N. Bovee.

Say the world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings;
Grasp it firmly, it stings not. On one of two things,
If you would not be stung, it behooves you to settle;
Avoid it or crush it.

Don't be "consistent," but be simply true.

Owen Meredith.

Holmes.

I know that God is good, though evil dwells
Among us, and doth all things holiest share;
That there is joy in heaven while yet our knells
Sound for the souls which He has summoned there:
That painful love, unsatisfied, hath spells,

Earned by its smart, to soothe its fellows' care;

But yet this atom cannot in the whole
Forget itself,-it aches a separate soul.

Jean Ingelow