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Either hand must wash the other;If you take, then you must give.

Gain has a pleasant odor.

Prefer loss before unjust gain; for that brings grief but once; this forever.

—Chilon.

Gain at the expense of reputation should be called loss.

No pains, no gains.

—Italian.

It is impossible to be just, if one is not generous.

—Joseph Roux.

Justice should precede generosity.

Generosity should never exceed ability.

—Cicero.

Show me the man who can quit the brilliant society of the young and listen to the kindly voice of age, who can hold cheerful converse with one whom years have deprived of charms. Show me the man of generous impulses, who is always ready to help the poor and needy; who treats unprotected maidenhood as he would the heiress surrounded by the protection of rank, riches and family; who never forgets for an instant the delicacy, the respect, that is due a woman in any condition or class. Show me such a man and you show me a gentleman—nay, more, you show me a true Christian.

It's not the gay coat makes the gentleman.

The man who is kind and obliging and is ready to do you a favor without hope of reward, who speaks the truth—is a gentleman,In any garb,And wherever he may be found.

Propriety of manners and consideration for others are the two main characteristics of a gentleman.

A friend of mine, not long ago, coming over from Ireland, heard a man asking, in reference to another, who he was. "I don't know," was the reply; "but he's quite a gentleman. He always wears a tall hat." Indeed, there are those who seem to be incapable of valuing their fellow-men by anything except their clothes. A story is told of a Persian prince, which well illustrates such worldliness. Dressed as a poor man, this prince went to a feast. He was pushed here and there, could not get to the table, and had soon to withdraw. On going home, he dressed himself in his best, placing jewelled slippers on his feet, and putting on a cloth-of-gold cloak. Then he returned to the feast, where matters were immediately altered. The guests made room, and the host, rushing up, cried, "Welcome, my lord! What will your lordship please to eat?" The prince's answer was very expressive. Stretching out his foot, so that his slipper sparkled and glittered, he took his golden robe in his hand,and said with bitter irony, "Welcome, my lord coat! welcome, most excellent robe! What will your lordship please to eat? For," said he, turning to his surprised host, "I ought to ask my coat what it will eat, since the welcome was solely to it."

We never teach men to be gentlemen, but we teach them everything else; and they never pique themselves so much on all the rest, as on knowing how to be gentlemen. They pique themselves only on knowing the one thing they have not learnt.

The true gentleman is he who does not plume himself on anything.

—Rochefoucauld.

Let him speak who received; let the giver hold his peace.

Give freely to him that deserveth well and asketh nothing; and that is a way of giving to thyself.

—Fuller.

Better a penny given with a smile than a pound given with a frown.

To give so as to bestow a favor and not create an obligation, is a delicate art.

He gives twice who gives quickly, according to the proverb; but a gift not only given quickly but unexpectedly, is the most welcome of all.

He who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers, and ceases when he has no more to say, is in possession of some of the best mental gifts of mankind.

The best of gifts to mortal man is health;The next, the bloom of beauty's matchless flower;The third is blameless and unfraudful wealth;The fourth with friends to use youth's joyous hour.

—Millman.

Fare thee well, love, fare thee well,From the world I pass away,Where the brightest things that dwellAll deceive and all decay;Cheerfully I fall asleepAs by some mysterious spell,Yet I weep to see thee weep—Fare thee well, love, fare thee well!Tell of me, love, tell of me,Not amid the heartless throng,Not when passion bends the knee,Not where pleasure trills the song.But when some most cherish'd oneBy your side at 'eve shall be,Ere your twilight tales are done,Tell of me, love, tell of me!Leave me now, love, leave me now,Not with sorrow, not with sighs,Not with clouds, love, on thy brow,Not with tears, love, in thine eyes.We shall meet, we know not where,And be blest, we dream not how,With a kiss and with a prayerLeave me now, love, leave me now!

Tell of me, love, tell of me,Not amid the heartless throng,Not when passion bends the knee,Not where pleasure trills the song.But when some most cherish'd oneBy your side at 'eve shall be,Ere your twilight tales are done,Tell of me, love, tell of me!

Leave me now, love, leave me now,Not with sorrow, not with sighs,Not with clouds, love, on thy brow,Not with tears, love, in thine eyes.We shall meet, we know not where,And be blest, we dream not how,With a kiss and with a prayerLeave me now, love, leave me now!

—By Winthrop M.Praed.

Never love unless you canBear with all the faults of man!Men sometimes will jealous beThough but little cause they see,And hang the head as discontent,And speak what straight they will repent.Men, when their affairs require,Must awhile themselves retire;Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,And not ever sit and talk:——If these and such-like you can bear,Then like, and love, and never fear!

Never love unless you canBear with all the faults of man!Men sometimes will jealous beThough but little cause they see,And hang the head as discontent,And speak what straight they will repent.

Men, when their affairs require,Must awhile themselves retire;Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,And not ever sit and talk:——If these and such-like you can bear,Then like, and love, and never fear!

—Thomas Campion.

The Princess of Wales has decided views on the education of children. Her Royal Highness, it appears, strongly objects to "cramming" children with useless learning, which she declares is a mere waste of time.

The Princess considers it harmful to force a child in studies which are distasteful to it, and that the child shouldbe allowed to abandon that study, and take up one it likes better.

Similarly, she disapproves of advanced arithmetic for girls. She considers that all that most girls need ever know about arithmetic, is addition andsubtraction, "enough to know how to do their housekeeping and pay their debts," she says.

—London Paper.

No one can give what he has not.

—Latin.

Not every one that dances is glad.

—French.

Is an emblem of human life. Behold! how swiftly the sands run, and how rapidly our lives are drawing to a close! We cannot, without astonishment, behold the little particles which are contained in this machine; how they pass away almost imperceptibly! And yet, to our surprise, in the short space of an hour, they are all exhausted. Thus wastes man! To-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope; to-morrow, blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him; the next day comes a frost, which nips the shoot; and when he thinks his greatness is still aspiring, he falls, like autumn leaves, to enrich our mother earth.

The Greatness of God.—Said Dr. Guthrie, "If philosophy is to be believed, our world is but an outlying corner of creation; bearing, perhaps, as small a proportion to the great universe, as a single grain bears to all the sands of the seashore, or one small quivering leaf to the foliage of a boundlessforest."Yet even within this earth's narrow limits, how vast the work of Providence! How soon is the mind lost in contemplating it! How great that Being whose hand paints every flower, and shapes every leaf; who forms every bud on every tree; who feeds each crawling worm with a parent's care, and watches like a mother over the insect that sleeps away the night in the bosom of a flower; who throws open the golden gates of day, and draws around a sleeping world the dusky curtains of the night; who measures out the drops of every shower, the whirling snowflakes, and the sands of man's eventful life; who determines alike the fall of a sparrow and the fate of a kingdom; and so overrules the tide of human fortunes, that whatever befall him, come joy or sorrow, the believer says—"It is the Lord; let Him do what seemeth Him good."

But as it is written, "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him."

—I Cor.2, 9v.

Every little blade of grass declareth the presence of God.

—From the Latin.

Rest and be still:Nought happens thee but of His blessed will.There's not a wind that blows,There's not a lily growsWithout His bidding—and His child shall HeForget and leave uncomforted? Nay, seeHow not a small brown sparrow (sorry thing!)Without His hand can droop or raise a wing!And thou art better far unto thy God!Lo! if He calls thee to a way untrodWhere stones and rugged places tear thy feet,And bitter herbs alone are for thy meat,Or if He set thee high, and with a songFill thy rejoicing mouth, and make thee strong;Yet know thou this: He loves thee just as dearWhen dimpling laughter lights thy face, or tearWith bitter tear goes chasing down thy cheek,And thy poor heart may break but cannot speak!Rest and be still.God hath not good and ill.All that He sends is good, altho' our eyeFor weeping scarce His rainbow can descry.He is our Father, and His name is Love.E'en when thy grief is greatest—look above!Look up! look up! and thou shalt surely seeA Father's loving face down-bent to thee!

Rest and be still.God hath not good and ill.All that He sends is good, altho' our eyeFor weeping scarce His rainbow can descry.He is our Father, and His name is Love.E'en when thy grief is greatest—look above!Look up! look up! and thou shalt surely seeA Father's loving face down-bent to thee!

—Deborah.

The more a man denies himself, the more he shall obtain from God.

—Horace.

The following beautiful lines were composed in 1779, by a distinguished scholar—at the time partially insane.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,Were the whole earth of parchment made,Were every single stick a quill,Were every man a scribe by trade;To write the love of God alone,Would drain the ocean dry;Nor would the scroll contain the wholeThough stretched from earth to sky.

Whoever devotes himself to the veneration of God, whatever road he may choose, will come to God, and that the means to this, is, to avoid hurting any living being.

Be true and thou shalt be free;Truth belongs to thee, and thy success to the creator.

From the Persian.—By David Shea and A. Troy.

Who comes to God an inch, through doubtings dim,In blazing light God willAdvance a mile to him.

—Sayings of Rabia.

A gold key is apt to open every door.

—Massinger.

If I should seeA brother languishing in sore distress,And I should turn and leave him comfortlessWhen I might beA messenger of hope and happiness—How could I ask to have what I deniedIn my own hour of bitterness supplied?If I might shareA brother's load along the dusty way,And I should turn and walk alone that day—How could I dare,When, in the evening watch, I knelt to prayTo ask for help to bear my pain and loss,If I had heeded not my brother's cross?And so I knowThat day is lost wherein I fail to lendA helping hand to some wayfaring friend;But if it showA burden lightened by the cheer I sent,Then do I hold the golden hours well spent,And lay me down to sleep in sweet content.

If I might shareA brother's load along the dusty way,And I should turn and walk alone that day—How could I dare,When, in the evening watch, I knelt to prayTo ask for help to bear my pain and loss,If I had heeded not my brother's cross?

And so I knowThat day is lost wherein I fail to lendA helping hand to some wayfaring friend;But if it showA burden lightened by the cheer I sent,Then do I hold the golden hours well spent,And lay me down to sleep in sweet content.

"As an illustration of the enthusiasm with which golf is pursued by its votaries," saysHarper's Weekly, "the following anecdote is told of a well known Scotch author, and a young friend of his. The two had spent the whole day on the links, and had had some close and exciting matches; as they left for home the elder man remarked:

"'Do you think ye could play again to-morrow, laddie?'

"'Well,' answered the youth, 'I was going to be married to-morrow, but I can put it off.'"

All things come round to him who will but wait and work.

Every person is responsible for all the good within the scope of his abilities.

Doing good is the only certainly happy action of a man's life.

—Sir P. Sidney.

The pleasure of doing good is the only one that never wears out.

The good we have received from a man requires us to be tender of the evil he does us.

Seeking others' good, we find our own.

What is the difference between being good and bad? The good do not yield to temptations, and the bad do.

The definition was so simple and so wise, that Leonard was more struck with it than he might have been by an elaborate sermon.

—Sir E. B. Lytton, Bart.

And as each day, that ne'er returns,But joins the past,Comes and goes by, the rich man toilsHard at his task,—No time for thought or anythingBut just his wealth.Can he be dreaming life's for aye?Now fails his health,And death comes in and beckons him away.Good that was in his hands to do,He left undone,Forgetting, in his race for wealth,Life's setting sun!His thoughts all lay in how to makeOne dollar seven:And then, too late, he found, for goldThere's no demand in heaven.

Good that was in his hands to do,He left undone,Forgetting, in his race for wealth,Life's setting sun!His thoughts all lay in how to makeOne dollar seven:And then, too late, he found, for goldThere's no demand in heaven.

"Farewell! farewell!" is often heardFrom the lips of those who part:'Tis a whispered tone,—'tis a gentle word,But it springs not from the heart.It may serve for the lover's closing lay,To be sung 'neath a summer sky;But give to me the lips that sayThe honest words, "Good-by!""Adieu! adieu!" may greet the ear,In the guise of courtly speech:But when we leave the kind and dear,'Tis not what the soul would teach.Whene'er we grasp the hands of thoseWe would have forever nigh,The flame of friendship bursts and glowsIn the warm, frank words, "Good-by."The mother, sending forth her childTo meet with cares and strife,Breathes through her tears, her doubts, and fearsFor the loved one's future life.No cold "adieu," no "farewell," livesWithin her choking sigh,But the deepest sob of anguish gives,"God bless, thee, boy! 'Good-by!'"

"Adieu! adieu!" may greet the ear,In the guise of courtly speech:But when we leave the kind and dear,'Tis not what the soul would teach.Whene'er we grasp the hands of thoseWe would have forever nigh,The flame of friendship bursts and glowsIn the warm, frank words, "Good-by."

The mother, sending forth her childTo meet with cares and strife,Breathes through her tears, her doubts, and fearsFor the loved one's future life.No cold "adieu," no "farewell," livesWithin her choking sigh,But the deepest sob of anguish gives,"God bless, thee, boy! 'Good-by!'"

—Anonymous.

The sign of goodness in the young is to love the old; and in the old to love the young.

To all, to each, a fair good night,And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

—Sir Walter Scott.

The Cross is the guarantee of the Gospel; therefore it has been its standard.

—Amiel.

There is so much bad in the best of us,And so much good in the worst of us,That it hardly behooves any of us,To talk about the rest of us.

—Robert Louis Stevenson.

Leviticus xix. 16.—"Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people."

At a small town in ——shire lives a decent honest woman, who has for more than forty years gained her livelihood by washing in gentlemen's families. She gives the highest satisfaction to all her employers, and has, in several instances, been the whole of that time in the employ of the same families. Indeed, those whom she has once served never wish to part with her. She has one distinguishing excellency, it is this: through all this course of years,—forty—she has never been known, by either mistress or servant, to repeat in one house what was said or done in another.

—John Whitecross,Edinburgh, 1835.

Tale-bearers, as I said before, are just as bad as the tale-makers.

—Sheridan.

The inquisitive are the funnels of conversation; they do not take in anything for their own use, but merely to pass it to others.

—Steele.

What future misery ought they to endure who talk of what is not good in others.

—Chinese Maxim.

If families have no sons devoted to letters, whence are the governors of the people to come?

(Necessity for general education.)

—Chinese.

He governs best who governs least.

—Latin.

Some hae meat and canna eat,And some that want it, but canna get it;But we hae meat, and we can eat,And sae the Lord be thankit.

—Burns.

The king of one of the Friendly Islands became a Christian, and once went on board of a British vessel, where he was invited to dine with the officers. Observing he did not taste his food, the Captain inquired the cause; when the simple native replied, that he was waiting for the blessing to be asked. All felt rebuked, and the king was desired to say grace, which he did with becoming solemnity.

Expect not praise from the mean,Neither gratitude from the selfish.

Your bounty is beyond my speaking;But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you;And when it melts before the throne of mercy,My fervent soul shall breathe one tear for you,That heaven will pay you back, when most you need,The grace and goodness you have shown to me.

God judges your gratitude more by your hands than by your hymns.

Many a thanksgiving sermon mistakes glorification of self for gratitude to God.

May we look around us with pleasure,And above us with gratitude.

Nought so becomes a man as gratitudeFor good received; Noble deeds are stillThe offspring of benevolence, whilst heWith whom remembrance dies of blessings pastIs vile and worthless.

—Sophocles, born 496, B. C.

It is much better to make presents in articles than in money, because gratitude for the latter is spent as soon as that is.

—Jean Paul Richter.

Gratitude, we find in the dictionary, but not often in the heart of man.

When the tree is felled,itsshadows disappear.

(Desertion of the great by their parasites.)

—Chinese.

(From a letter addressed to the Countess of Essex on the loss of her only daughter.)

"I know no duty in religion more generally agreed on, nor more justly required by God Almighty, than a perfect submission to His will in all things; nor do I think any disposition of mind can either please Him more, or become us better, than that of being satisfied with all He gives, and contented with all He takes away. None, I am sure, can be of more honor to God, nor of more ease to ourselves. For, if we consider Him as our Maker, we cannot contend with Him; if as our Father, we ought not to distrust Him: so that we may be confident whatever He does is intended for good; and whatever happens that we interpret otherwise, yet we can get nothing by repining, nor save anything by resisting.

Submission is the only way of reasoning between a creature and its Maker; and contentment in His will is the greatest duty we can pretend to, and the best remedy we can apply to all our misfortunes."

Leave all to God,Forsaken one, and stay thy tears;For the Highest knows thy pain,Sees thy sufferings and thy fears;Thou shalt not wait His help in vain;Leave all to God!Be still and trust!For His strokes are strokes of love,Thou must for thy profit bear;He thy filial fear would move,Trust thy Father's loving care,Be still and trust!Know God is near!Though thou think Him far away,Though His mercy long have slept,He will come and not delay,When His child enough hath wept,For God is near!Oh, teach Him notWhen and how to hear thy prayers;Never doth our God forget;He the cross who longest bearsFinds his sorrows' bounds are set;Then teach Him not!If thou love Him,Walking truly in His ways,Then no trouble, cross or deathE'er shall silence faith and praise;All things serve thee here beneath,If thou love God.

Leave all to God,Forsaken one, and stay thy tears;For the Highest knows thy pain,Sees thy sufferings and thy fears;Thou shalt not wait His help in vain;Leave all to God!

Be still and trust!For His strokes are strokes of love,Thou must for thy profit bear;He thy filial fear would move,Trust thy Father's loving care,Be still and trust!

Know God is near!Though thou think Him far away,Though His mercy long have slept,He will come and not delay,When His child enough hath wept,For God is near!

Oh, teach Him notWhen and how to hear thy prayers;Never doth our God forget;He the cross who longest bearsFinds his sorrows' bounds are set;Then teach Him not!

If thou love Him,Walking truly in His ways,Then no trouble, cross or deathE'er shall silence faith and praise;All things serve thee here beneath,If thou love God.

From the German of Anton Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick, 1667. Translation of Catherine Winkworth, 1855.

He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before it is necessary.

—Seneca.

"A great Latin poet said nearly two thousand years ago:

'If you would draw tears from the eyes of others,Yourself the sign of grief must show.'"

—From W. J. Bryan's speech in Japan.

They truly mourn that mourn without a witness.

—R. Baron.

There is no grief that time will not soften.

—Cicero.

He mourns indeed who mourns when he's alone.

"Maybe the remark of a child I once overheard helped me to learn to complain and grumble as little as possible," said Dr. Burt. "While I was studying at Wilbraham Academy I spent a few days with this child's father, a good man but a chronic growler. We were all sitting in the parlor one night, when the question of food arose. The child, a little girl, told cleverly what each member of the household liked best. Finally it came to the father's turn to be described as to his favorite dish.

'And what do I like, Lucy, my pet?' he said, laughingly.

'You,' said the little girl, slowly—'well, papa, dear, you like most anything we haven't got.'"

Guilt is always cowardly.

—From the Latin.

Dr. Guthrie tells an anecdote in which he humorously introduces a Brechin citizen, alive in his youthful days:—"An honest countryman came one day to Mr. Linton (head master of the grammar school) with a halflin[807:A], a long, empty chap, who had taken it into his head that he would have some little learning. Said the father, 'Mr. Linton, ye see, my laddie's fond o' lear'[807:B], and I'm thinking o' makin' a scholar o' him.' 'But,' said Mr. Linton, looking at the youth, and not seeing any sign that there was much in him, 'What are you to make of him?' 'You see, Mr. Linton,' rejoined the father—and it showed how sound the old Scotchman was—'if he gets grace, we'll make a minister o' him!' 'Oh, but,' says Mr. Linton, 'if he does not get grace, what will you make of him then?' 'Weel, in that case,' said the parent, 'if he disna get grace, we'll just mak' a dominie o' him! '"

—From Memoir.

[807:A]Half-grown.

[807:B]Learning.

Dr. Guthrie to his Son: "I saw an adage yesterday, in a medical magazine, which is well worth your remembering and acting on, it is this wise saying of the great Lord Bacon's:—'Who asks much learns much.' I remember the day when I did not like by asking, to confess my ignorance. I have long given up that, and now seize on every opportunity of adding to my stock of knowledge."

—FromMemoirof Dr. Guthrie.

Ha, is an exclamation denoting surprise or joy; ah, an exclamation expressive of pity or grief.

—Fuller.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!—

—Shakespeare.

Penn was once advising a man to leave off his habit of drinking intoxicating liquors.

"Can you tell me how to do it?" said the slave of his appetite.

"Yes," answered Penn. "It is just as easy as to open thy hand, friend."

"Convince me of that and I will promise, upon my honor, to do as you tell me."

"Well, my friend," said the great Quaker, "when thou findest any vessel of intoxicating liquor in thy hand, open the hand that grasps it before it reaches thy mouth, and thou wilt never be drunk again."

The man was so pleased with the plain advice that he followed it.

—Monthly Magazine.

You need not wrestle and strive with the old habit, only just be persistent in forming the good one, and the bad one will take care of itself.

—Ursula.

Habit is like a cable; we weave a thread of it every day, and at last we cannot break it.

—Horace Mann.

No man is free who is a slave to any kind of useless habit.

—Seneca.

Habit, if not resisted soon, becomes necessity.

—St. Augustine.

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