The wrangler, the puzzler, the word hunter, are incapable of great actions.

Who can subdue his own anger is more than strong; who can allay another's is more than wise; hold fast on him who can do both.

Who, at the relation of some unmerited misfortune, smiles, is either a fool, a fiend, or a villain. The friend of order has made half his way to virtue.

Know, that the great art to love your enemy consists in never losing sight of man in him: humanity has power over all that is human; the most inhuman man still remains man, and never can throw off all taste for what belongs to manbut you must learn to wait.

If you never judge another till you have calmly observed him, till you have heard him, heard him out, put him to the test, and compared him with yourself and others, you will never judge unjustly, you will repair what has precipitately escaped you.

The most abhorred thing in nature is the face that smiles abroad, and flashes fury when it returns to the lap of a tender, helpless family.

Be not the fourth friend of him who had three before, and lost them.

Want of friends argues either want of humility or courage, or both.

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Insolence, where there is no danger, is despondence where there is.

Call him saint, who can forget his own sufferings in the minute grief of others.

She neglects her heart, who studies her glass. Between passion and lie there is not a finger's breadth.

As you receive the stranger, so you receive your God.

Who are the saints of humanity? Those whom perpetual habits of goodness and of grandeur have made nearly unconscious that what they do is good or grand: heroes with infantine simplicity.

He has surely a good heart, who abounds in contriving means to prevent animosities.

Bid farewell to all grandeur, if envy stir within thee.

Then talk of patience, when you have borne him who has none, without repining.

Love sees what no eye sees; love hears what no ear hears; and what never rose in the heart of man love prepares for its object.

Hatred sees what no eye sees; enmity hears what no ear hears; and what never rose in the murderer's breast envy prepares for him that is fortunate and noble.

He, who is always to be waited for, is indolent, neglectful, proud, or altogether.

Let him not share the most remote corner of your heart, who, without being your intimate, hangs prying over your shoulders whilst you are writing.

Trust not him with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers. The gazer in the streets wants a plan for his head, and an object for his heart.

It is possible that a wise and good man may be prevailed on to game; but it is impossible that a professed gamester should be a wise and great

man.

Maximus are as necessary for the weak, as rules

for the beginner: the master wants neither rule nor principle; he possesses both without thinking of them.

He, who believes not in virtue, must be vicious; all faith is only the reminiscence of the good that once arose, and the omen of the good that may arise, within us.

Young man, know, that downright decision, on things which only experience can teach, is the credential of vain impertinence.

If you mean to know yourself, interline such of these aphorisms as affected you, and set a mark to such as left a sense of uneasiness with you, and then show your copy to whom you please. From Lavater.

Whittingham and Rowland, Printers, Goswell Street, London.