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and save all we get; to stint ourselves and everybody belonging to us; to be the friend of nò man, and have no man for our friend; to heap interest upon interest, cent upon cent; to be mean, miserable, and despised for some twenty or thirty years, and riches will come as surely as disease, discontent, and disappointment. The esteem of mankind depends upon quite a different thing. To escape the censure of the world you must so live as to avoid the censure of your own heart.
If wisdom's ways you truly seek,
Five things observe with care :
And how and when—and where.
Never give up! it is wiser and better
Always to hope, than once to despair ,
And break the dark spell of tyrannical care ;
Providence kindly has mingled the cup,
The watchword of life must be, Never give up.
Helping the hopeful a hundred to one:
Ever success—if you'll only hope on:
Providence wisely has mingled the cup,
Take life as it is—’tis a folly to sigb,
Or seek for a treasure where seeking is vain ;
Regretting its loss is but adding to pain;
We may cherish the hope, and our fancy exalt,
We find before long-every man has his fault.
If a world we require that will always be true,
We must learn where it is from the fairies or elves;
Not so easy the errors that lie in ourselves.
We may cherish the hope, and our fancy exalt;
That not each flower that blossoms bright
Diffuses sweets around ;
Will light be found.
In wedlock a species of lottery lies,
Where in blanks and in prizes we deal;
Should so long have remained in the wheel.
A bird of free and careless wing
You'reweary of the crowded hall, you're weary of the mirth
of the flatterer's tone, its music is no more, And
eye and lip may answer not its meaning as before; You're weary of the heartless throng, of being deemed as one Whose spirit kindles only in the blaze of fashion's sun.
You speak in very bitterness, for you have deeply felt
hours, Like the sighing of the autumn wind over the faded flowers,
J. G. Whittier.
G.–Shun such as lounge through afternoons and eves,
Felons of minutes, never taught to feel
0. W. Holmes.
L.-Pause ere thy choice has clasped the chain
Which may not be unloosed again,
G.–Thy night of oppression shall end,
The sun of thy glory shall rise;
To its zenith again, in the skies.
L.—The music of the nursery,
And cares of married life,
Before you were a wife.
G.-Oh, poor man's son, scorn not thy state :
There is worse weariness than thine,
Toil only gives the soul to shine,
A heritage it seems to me,
J. R. Lowell.
L.-If ever lot was prosperously cast,
If ever life was like a lengthened flow
If you believe a thing impossible, your desponding will make it so; but they who persevere shall overcome all difficulties.
Oh sad estate
Oh; if you wish that happiness
And crown your early vow;
But be content as now.