few, but for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childlike confidence, and say, "My Father! thou art mine!" HAPPINESS. JOHN KEBLE. THERE are, in this rude stunning tide Of the everlasting chime; Through dusty lane and wrangling mart, SPEAK GENTLY. ANONYMOUS. SPEAK gently; it is better far To rule by love than fear; The good we may do here. Speak gently to the little child; Its love be sure to gain; Teach it in accents soft and mild; Speak gently to the young; for they Pass through this life as best they may, 'Tis full of anxious care. Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the care-worn heart, Speak gently to the erring; know Dropped in the heart's deep well; ONE BY ONE. ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one thy duties wait thee Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from heaven) One by one thy griefs shall meet thee; Do not look at life's long sorrow; Every hour that fleets so slowly Do not linger with regretting, Hours are golden links, God's token, Reaching heaven; but, one by one, Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done. DUTY. R. W. EMERSON. So nigh is grandeur to our dust, TIME. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. IF Time be of all things the most precious, wasting Time must be the greatest prodigality, since lost Time is never found again; and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough. Let us then be up and doing to the purpose; so by diligence shall we so move with less perplexity. Sloth makes all things difficult; but Industry, all easy. He that riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night; while Laziness travels so slowly that Poverty soon overtakes him. Drive thy business; let not that drive thee and early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, and wealthy, and wise. HE who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere. CONSIDER. CHRISTINA G. ROSETTI. CONSIDER The lilies of the field, whose bloom is briefWe are as they ; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf. Consider The sparrows of the air, of small account: Whether they fall or mount — Consider The lilies, that do neither spin nor toil, Yet are most fair What profits all this care, And all this coil? Consider The birds, that have no barn nor harvest-weeks; God gives them food Much more our Father seeks |