MISCELLANEOUS.

Whenon this page you chance to look,Just think of me and close the book.

Whenon this page you chance to look,

Just think of me and close the book.

Bea good girl, and you will be a true woman.

Maythy darkest hours in life be well lighted with the sunshine of contentment.

Yourssincerely—although merely—

Whenthe golden sun is setting,And your heart from care is free,When o’er a thousand things you’re thinking,Will you sometimes think of me?

Whenthe golden sun is setting,

And your heart from care is free,

When o’er a thousand things you’re thinking,

Will you sometimes think of me?

Howlong we live, not years, but actions tell;That man lives twice who lives the first life well.Make then, while yet ye may, your God your friend.Whom Christians worship, yet not comprehend.The trust that’s given, guard; and to yourself be just;For, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Howlong we live, not years, but actions tell;

That man lives twice who lives the first life well.

Make then, while yet ye may, your God your friend.

Whom Christians worship, yet not comprehend.

The trust that’s given, guard; and to yourself be just;

For, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Livewell; how long or short, permit to Heaven;They who forgive most, shall be most forgiven.

Livewell; how long or short, permit to Heaven;

They who forgive most, shall be most forgiven.

Soarnot too high to fall, but stoop to rise;We masters grow of all that we despise.

Soarnot too high to fall, but stoop to rise;

We masters grow of all that we despise.

Yourfate is but the common fate of all;Unmingled joys here to no man befall.

Yourfate is but the common fate of all;

Unmingled joys here to no man befall.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Maye’en thy failings lean to virtue’s side.

Hoursare golden links—God’s token—Reaching heaven, but one by one;Take them, lest the chain be brokenEre thy pilgrimage be done.

Hoursare golden links—God’s token—

Reaching heaven, but one by one;

Take them, lest the chain be broken

Ere thy pilgrimage be done.

Housebeautiful—your book, from end to end,And every page a room to lodge a friend;Fain would I enter with a seemly grace,Attired and mannered as befits the place;But best endeavor falls below the aimAnd rests at last, content to leave a name.

Housebeautiful—your book, from end to end,

And every page a room to lodge a friend;

Fain would I enter with a seemly grace,

Attired and mannered as befits the place;

But best endeavor falls below the aim

And rests at last, content to leave a name.

Thebrave man is not he who feels no fear,For that were stupid and irrational;But, he whose noble soul its fear subdues.And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

Thebrave man is not he who feels no fear,

For that were stupid and irrational;

But, he whose noble soul its fear subdues.

And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

Flingwide the portals of your heart!Make it a temple set apartFrom earthly use, for Heaven’s employ—Adorned with prayer and love and joy;So shall your Sovereign enter inAnd new and noble life begin.

Flingwide the portals of your heart!

Make it a temple set apart

From earthly use, for Heaven’s employ—

Adorned with prayer and love and joy;

So shall your Sovereign enter in

And new and noble life begin.

Wecould count time by heart-throbs; he most lives who thinks most, speaks the noblest, acts the best.

Weourselves shape the joys and fearsOf which the life to come is made,And fill our future atmosphereWith sunshine or with shade.

Weourselves shape the joys and fears

Of which the life to come is made,

And fill our future atmosphere

With sunshine or with shade.

Whenthe name that I write here is dim on the page,And the leaves of your album are yellow with age,Still think of me kindly, and do not forgetThat, wherever I am, I remember you yet.

Whenthe name that I write here is dim on the page,

And the leaves of your album are yellow with age,

Still think of me kindly, and do not forget

That, wherever I am, I remember you yet.

Themassive gates of circumstanceAre turned upon the slightest hinge,And thus some seeming pettiest chance,Oft gives to life its after tinge.

Themassive gates of circumstance

Are turned upon the slightest hinge,

And thus some seeming pettiest chance,

Oft gives to life its after tinge.

Oh, for a home in Zululand, or Arctic regions cold,A peasant’s cot or hermit’s hut, midst solitude untold,With Kaffirs or with Hottentots, in Egypt or Leone—’Twere bliss to live inanyspot where albums are unknown.

Oh, for a home in Zululand, or Arctic regions cold,

A peasant’s cot or hermit’s hut, midst solitude untold,

With Kaffirs or with Hottentots, in Egypt or Leone—

’Twere bliss to live inanyspot where albums are unknown.

Intimes of prosperity our friends are many,But the time of adversity tries and proves them.

Intimes of prosperity our friends are many,

But the time of adversity tries and proves them.

Gemsof price are deeply hidden,’Neath the rugged rocks concealed;What would ne’er come forth unbidden,To thy search may be revealed.

Gemsof price are deeply hidden,

’Neath the rugged rocks concealed;

What would ne’er come forth unbidden,

To thy search may be revealed.

Whilethe fading flowers of pleasure,Spring spontaneous from the soil,Thou wilt find the harvest’s treasureYields alone to patient toil.

Whilethe fading flowers of pleasure,

Spring spontaneous from the soil,

Thou wilt find the harvest’s treasure

Yields alone to patient toil.

Ifrecollections of friends brighten moments or sadness,What a fund of delight is here treasured for thee!If advice and kind wishes bring goodness and gladness,How perfect and happy thy future must be.

Ifrecollections of friends brighten moments or sadness,

What a fund of delight is here treasured for thee!

If advice and kind wishes bring goodness and gladness,

How perfect and happy thy future must be.

Thetissues of the Life to be—We weave with colors all our own,And in the field of Destiny,We reap as we have sown.

Thetissues of the Life to be—

We weave with colors all our own,

And in the field of Destiny,

We reap as we have sown.

Thereis seldom a line of glory written upon earth’s face, but a line of suffering runs parallel with it; and they that read the lustrous syllables of the one, and stoop not to decipher the spotted and worn inscription of the other, get the least half of the lesson that earth has to give.

Leafgreen on ground of white,My name, I fain would writeThat you remember stillIn June or in December chill,We two are friends.

Leafgreen on ground of white,

My name, I fain would write

That you remember still

In June or in December chill,

We two are friends.

Oh, wayward mortal who these books invented,Why was’t thou not by some kind hand prevented?And thereby kept from many a luckless swain,The direful knowledge that he lacked a brain—Lacked it, at least, where poetry was needed,Like the poor wight who here has not succeeded.

Oh, wayward mortal who these books invented,

Why was’t thou not by some kind hand prevented?

And thereby kept from many a luckless swain,

The direful knowledge that he lacked a brain—

Lacked it, at least, where poetry was needed,

Like the poor wight who here has not succeeded.

Throughdays of doubt and darkness,In fear and trembling breath,Through mists of sin and sorrow,In tears and grief and death;Through days of light and gladness,Through days of love and life,Through smiles and joy and sunshine,Through days with beauty rife;The Lord of life and glory,The King of earth and sea,The Lord who guarded Israel;Keep watch, sweet friend, o’er thee.

Throughdays of doubt and darkness,In fear and trembling breath,Through mists of sin and sorrow,In tears and grief and death;

Throughdays of doubt and darkness,

In fear and trembling breath,

Through mists of sin and sorrow,

In tears and grief and death;

Through days of light and gladness,Through days of love and life,Through smiles and joy and sunshine,Through days with beauty rife;

Through days of light and gladness,

Through days of love and life,

Through smiles and joy and sunshine,

Through days with beauty rife;

The Lord of life and glory,The King of earth and sea,The Lord who guarded Israel;Keep watch, sweet friend, o’er thee.

The Lord of life and glory,

The King of earth and sea,

The Lord who guarded Israel;

Keep watch, sweet friend, o’er thee.

Truth—Freedom—Virtue—these have power;If rightly cherished, to uphold, sustain,And bless thy spirit, in its darkest hour.

Truth—Freedom—Virtue—these have power;

If rightly cherished, to uphold, sustain,

And bless thy spirit, in its darkest hour.

Thyown trim, modest form,Is always neatly clad,Thou surely will make the tidiest wifeThat ever husband had.

Thyown trim, modest form,

Is always neatly clad,

Thou surely will make the tidiest wife

That ever husband had.

Amongthe many friends who claimA kind remembrance in thy heart,I too, would add my simple name,Among the rest.

Amongthe many friends who claim

A kind remembrance in thy heart,

I too, would add my simple name,

Among the rest.

MayGod’s mercy ever guide thee,Safe o’er all thy thorny road;And His grace what’er betide thee,Lead thee home to His abode.

MayGod’s mercy ever guide thee,

Safe o’er all thy thorny road;

And His grace what’er betide thee,

Lead thee home to His abode.

Thelarge are not the sweetest flowers;The long are not the happiest hours;Much talk doth not much friendship tell;Few words are best—I wish you well.

Thelarge are not the sweetest flowers;

The long are not the happiest hours;

Much talk doth not much friendship tell;

Few words are best—I wish you well.

Letyour life be like a snowflake, which leaves a mark, but not a stain.

Begirtwith roses of the royal June,A resurrected day swings highest mornIn every year; and so through life I prayNay never failing changes, bring their day,And flames of love in swinging censers riseWhile all thy thoughts leads on toward the skies.

Begirtwith roses of the royal June,

A resurrected day swings highest morn

In every year; and so through life I pray

Nay never failing changes, bring their day,

And flames of love in swinging censers rise

While all thy thoughts leads on toward the skies.

Smallservice is true service while it last;Of friends, however humble, scorn not one:The daisy, by the shadow that it cast,Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.

Smallservice is true service while it last;

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one:

The daisy, by the shadow that it cast,

Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.

Makegood use of time, if thou lovest eternity; yesterday cannot be recalled—to-morrow cannot be secured—to-day only is thine, which, if once lost, is lost forever.

Intime we transact business for eternity; whatever, therefore, we do now, should be done well.

Mayeach thought be pure, and sincere,Addressed upon these spotless pages;Reflections fond, they’ll always prove,Youthful friend, through many ages.

Mayeach thought be pure, and sincere,

Addressed upon these spotless pages;

Reflections fond, they’ll always prove,

Youthful friend, through many ages.

Theywho have light in themselves, will not revolve as satellites.

Throughtime we’ll change, and then,This little book will somewhat bind us;You’ll take it up, and think of meAnd all the joys we’ve left behind us.

Throughtime we’ll change, and then,

This little book will somewhat bind us;

You’ll take it up, and think of me

And all the joys we’ve left behind us.

Asthe shadow of the sun is largest when his beams are lowest, so we are always least when we make ourselves the greatest.

Acrossthe page of spotless whiteFriends trail the pen, and in our sightGrow precious all the lines they write.As for some white-sailed ship at sea,So, little book, my watch for thee;Return with freight of love to me.

Acrossthe page of spotless whiteFriends trail the pen, and in our sightGrow precious all the lines they write.

Acrossthe page of spotless white

Friends trail the pen, and in our sight

Grow precious all the lines they write.

As for some white-sailed ship at sea,So, little book, my watch for thee;Return with freight of love to me.

As for some white-sailed ship at sea,

So, little book, my watch for thee;

Return with freight of love to me.

Everyhour comes to us charged with duty, and the moment it is past, returns to Heaven to register itself how spent.

There’sa Divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.

There’sa Divinity that shapes our ends,

Rough-hew them how we will.

Oureyes see all around in gloom or glow,Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart.

Oureyes see all around in gloom or glow,

Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart.

Writeyour name by kindness, love and mercy upon the hearts of those you come in contact with, and you will never be forgotten.

LetFate do her worst; there are relics of joy,Bright dreams of the past, she cannot destroy;They come in the night-time of sorrow and care,And bring back the features that joy used to wear.Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled,You may break—you may shatter the vase, if you will;But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

LetFate do her worst; there are relics of joy,

Bright dreams of the past, she cannot destroy;

They come in the night-time of sorrow and care,

And bring back the features that joy used to wear.

Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled,

You may break—you may shatter the vase, if you will;

But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Ifyou wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counsel, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius.

Countthat day lost whose low descending sunViews from thy hand no worthy action done.

Countthat day lost whose low descending sun

Views from thy hand no worthy action done.

’Tisbut a trifle that you ask,But this you will admit,That trifles, more than greater tasks,Will sometimes strain our wit.I wish thee health, and wealth, and joy,As others have before:And were I in poetic mood,I’d surely wish thee more.

’Tisbut a trifle that you ask,

But this you will admit,

That trifles, more than greater tasks,

Will sometimes strain our wit.

I wish thee health, and wealth, and joy,

As others have before:

And were I in poetic mood,

I’d surely wish thee more.

Ourgreatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Here’sa sigh for those who love me,And a smile for those who hate,And whatever sky’s above me,Here’s a heart for every fate.

Here’sa sigh for those who love me,

And a smile for those who hate,

And whatever sky’s above me,

Here’s a heart for every fate.

Inall thy humors, whether grave or mellow,Thou art such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow;Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee,There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Inall thy humors, whether grave or mellow,

Thou art such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow;

Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee,

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Mayyou live in bliss, from sorrow away,Having plenty laid up for a rainy day;And when you are ready to settle in life,May you find a good husband and make a good wife.

Mayyou live in bliss, from sorrow away,

Having plenty laid up for a rainy day;

And when you are ready to settle in life,

May you find a good husband and make a good wife.

I writehere a name which I hope shall be knownTo all of the ages which follow my own.‘How conceited!’ you say; but my lines shall remain;’Tis my hope, you’ll discover, not I, that is vain.

I writehere a name which I hope shall be known

To all of the ages which follow my own.

‘How conceited!’ you say; but my lines shall remain;

’Tis my hope, you’ll discover, not I, that is vain.

Ourlives are albums; each new day’s a pageAs spotless as the leaf on which I write.Whene’er those books of ours shall be read,May few unwise inscriptions meet the sight.

Ourlives are albums; each new day’s a page

As spotless as the leaf on which I write.

Whene’er those books of ours shall be read,

May few unwise inscriptions meet the sight.

Onthe broad highway of actionFriends of worth are far and few;But when one has proved her friendship,Cling to her who clings to you.

Onthe broad highway of action

Friends of worth are far and few;

But when one has proved her friendship,

Cling to her who clings to you.

Weremine the power I’d twine for theeA crown of jewels rare;Each gem should be a kingdom,Each pearl an humble prayer.

Weremine the power I’d twine for thee

A crown of jewels rare;

Each gem should be a kingdom,

Each pearl an humble prayer.

Thereare few friends in this wide worldThat love is fond and true;But ---- when you count them o’erPlace me among the few.

Thereare few friends in this wide world

That love is fond and true;

But ---- when you count them o’er

Place me among the few.

Thereis a small and simple flowerThat twines around the humblest cot,And in the sad and lonely hoursIt whispers low: “Forget me not.”

Thereis a small and simple flower

That twines around the humblest cot,

And in the sad and lonely hours

It whispers low: “Forget me not.”

Whenasked in an album to write,I feel quite inclined to refuse;For what should I dare to inditeThat would a young lady amuse?Not wit, for I have none of that,Nor romance—my fancy is tame;And compliments sound so flat,I’m forced to write merely my name.

Whenasked in an album to write,

I feel quite inclined to refuse;

For what should I dare to indite

That would a young lady amuse?

Not wit, for I have none of that,

Nor romance—my fancy is tame;

And compliments sound so flat,

I’m forced to write merely my name.

Mayyou always be happy,And live at your ease;Get a kind husband,And do as you please.

Mayyou always be happy,

And live at your ease;

Get a kind husband,

And do as you please.

Truefriends, like ivy and the wall,Both stand together or together fall.

Truefriends, like ivy and the wall,

Both stand together or together fall.

Beautyis but a vain, a fleeting good,A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly,A flower that dies when almost in the bud,A bright glass that breaketh suddenly;A fleeting good, a glass, a gloss, a flower,Lost, faded, broken, dead within the hour.

Beautyis but a vain, a fleeting good,

A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly,

A flower that dies when almost in the bud,

A bright glass that breaketh suddenly;

A fleeting good, a glass, a gloss, a flower,

Lost, faded, broken, dead within the hour.

Mayhappiness ever be thy lot,Wherever thou shalt be;And joy and pleasure light the spotThat may be home to thee.

Mayhappiness ever be thy lot,

Wherever thou shalt be;

And joy and pleasure light the spot

That may be home to thee.

Howsweet to have a faithful friend,In whom we can confide:To bless us if we act aright,And if we err to chide.

Howsweet to have a faithful friend,

In whom we can confide:

To bless us if we act aright,

And if we err to chide.

Hopethe best, get ready for the worst, and take what God sends.

Becontent with the lot God has marked out for you. Love, honor and obey Him in all things, and your last days will be peaceful and happy.

Maythe morn of thy life be bright and joyous, the noontide peaceful and happy, and the sunset gloriously hopeful, is the wish of your friend.

Life, Death and Immortality—these three—the first, the Road—the second, the Gate. May you walk safely the first, pass triumphantly the second, and rest forever in the third.

Maythe Angels twine for theeA wreath of immortality.

Maythe Angels twine for thee

A wreath of immortality.

Yes, ----, I will write my nameIn here, as you request;And, if to you its all the same,I’ll add a line—though rather tame—For Critics eyes, as my bequest.My wishes and my hopes for you,Find glad expression here;Although, indeed, it’s very true,There is no room for all that’s dueTo one we hold so dear.Good health—first wish of all—Of all God’s gifts the best;A happy heart, that loves to callOn Him who notes the sparrow’s fallAnd promises sweet rest.Although beset by worldly care,Fix all your hopes on Heaven,And view by faith the glories fair,Which, in that world beyond the air,To faithful ones are given.

Yes, ----, I will write my nameIn here, as you request;And, if to you its all the same,I’ll add a line—though rather tame—For Critics eyes, as my bequest.

Yes, ----, I will write my name

In here, as you request;

And, if to you its all the same,

I’ll add a line—though rather tame—

For Critics eyes, as my bequest.

My wishes and my hopes for you,Find glad expression here;Although, indeed, it’s very true,There is no room for all that’s dueTo one we hold so dear.

My wishes and my hopes for you,

Find glad expression here;

Although, indeed, it’s very true,

There is no room for all that’s due

To one we hold so dear.

Good health—first wish of all—Of all God’s gifts the best;A happy heart, that loves to callOn Him who notes the sparrow’s fallAnd promises sweet rest.

Good health—first wish of all—

Of all God’s gifts the best;

A happy heart, that loves to call

On Him who notes the sparrow’s fall

And promises sweet rest.

Although beset by worldly care,Fix all your hopes on Heaven,And view by faith the glories fair,Which, in that world beyond the air,To faithful ones are given.

Although beset by worldly care,

Fix all your hopes on Heaven,

And view by faith the glories fair,

Which, in that world beyond the air,

To faithful ones are given.

AlthoughI am advised not to write fast,I hope the thought I would express may last.

AlthoughI am advised not to write fast,

I hope the thought I would express may last.

Youask for your Album a rhyme;With pleasure I hear and obey;Refusal were folly or crime—For who could to ---- say “nay?”

Youask for your Album a rhyme;

With pleasure I hear and obey;

Refusal were folly or crime—

For who could to ---- say “nay?”

MayHeaven on you its choicest blessings shower—Is the sincere wish of your friend.

MayHeaven on you its choicest blessings shower—

Is the sincere wish of your friend.

Bekind to all; be intimate with few;And may the few be well chosen.

Bekind to all; be intimate with few;

And may the few be well chosen.

Evilsin the journey of life are like the hills which alarm travelers upon their road; they both appear great in the distance, but when we approach them, we find them far less insurmountable than we had conceived.

Miss----! O Miss ----!What can I write that’s newAmong so very manyPretty compliments to you?In poetry, I fear I’d fail—I’m very sure I’d stammer—You cannot drive the ponderous nailWith a small ten-cent tack hammer.Since, then, so high I cannot soar,Nor chirp notes like the lark,Please cancel what I’ve said before,I’ll simply make my mark.

Miss----! O Miss ----!

What can I write that’s new

Among so very many

Pretty compliments to you?

In poetry, I fear I’d fail—

I’m very sure I’d stammer—

You cannot drive the ponderous nail

With a small ten-cent tack hammer.

Since, then, so high I cannot soar,

Nor chirp notes like the lark,

Please cancel what I’ve said before,

I’ll simply make my mark.

Ithas been beautifully said: The water that flows from a spring does not congeal in winter; and those sentiments which flow from the heart cannot be chilled by adversity.

Roses, without thorns, for thee.

I’lljust write a few words here; so that whenYou turn these and life’s pages o’er again,Your memory back to the time will go,When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”[1]How we worked together in ’79,Wafting lightning over the W. U. LineTo W. M.—called “our quod,” you know—When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”How Lu talked by the hour to us,(And we stood it like martyr’s making no fuss),How we used to get “snatched”—we hated that so—When you and I signed “O” and “Jo.”I’llnot wish you all sunshine; for life is madeUp of installments of sunlight and shade.May you never be worse off through life, as you go,Than when on W. M. wire we signed “O” and “Jo.”

I’lljust write a few words here; so that whenYou turn these and life’s pages o’er again,Your memory back to the time will go,When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”[1]

I’lljust write a few words here; so that when

You turn these and life’s pages o’er again,

Your memory back to the time will go,

When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”[1]

How we worked together in ’79,Wafting lightning over the W. U. LineTo W. M.—called “our quod,” you know—When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”

How we worked together in ’79,

Wafting lightning over the W. U. Line

To W. M.—called “our quod,” you know—

When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”

How Lu talked by the hour to us,(And we stood it like martyr’s making no fuss),How we used to get “snatched”—we hated that so—When you and I signed “O” and “Jo.”

How Lu talked by the hour to us,

(And we stood it like martyr’s making no fuss),

How we used to get “snatched”—we hated that so—

When you and I signed “O” and “Jo.”

I’llnot wish you all sunshine; for life is madeUp of installments of sunlight and shade.May you never be worse off through life, as you go,Than when on W. M. wire we signed “O” and “Jo.”

I’llnot wish you all sunshine; for life is made

Up of installments of sunlight and shade.

May you never be worse off through life, as you go,

Than when on W. M. wire we signed “O” and “Jo.”

Maythe hinges of our Friendship never rust.

Mayyour days in joy be passedWith friends to bless and cheer,And each year exceed the lastIn all that earth holds dear.

Mayyour days in joy be passed

With friends to bless and cheer,

And each year exceed the last

In all that earth holds dear.

There’smany a troubleWould break like a bubble,And into the waters of Lethe depart,Did not we rehearse itAnd tenderly nurse it,And give it a permanent place in the heart.Resolve to be merry,All worry to ferry,Across the famed waters that bid us forget.And no longer fearful,But happy and cheerful,We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet.

There’smany a trouble

Would break like a bubble,

And into the waters of Lethe depart,

Did not we rehearse it

And tenderly nurse it,

And give it a permanent place in the heart.

Resolve to be merry,

All worry to ferry,

Across the famed waters that bid us forget.

And no longer fearful,

But happy and cheerful,

We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet.

Maywe always remain as good friends as we are neighbors.

Thenight has a thousand eyes;—The day but one;Yet the light of the whole world diesWith the setting sun.The mind has a thousand eyes—The day but one;Yet the light of the whole world diesWhen love is done.

Thenight has a thousand eyes;—The day but one;Yet the light of the whole world diesWith the setting sun.

Thenight has a thousand eyes;—

The day but one;

Yet the light of the whole world dies

With the setting sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes—The day but one;Yet the light of the whole world diesWhen love is done.

The mind has a thousand eyes—

The day but one;

Yet the light of the whole world dies

When love is done.

Onthis spotless page my pen essays to trace a record of affection; and, as I write, a wish is in my heart that, for thee, every life-leaf will be written with the golden pen of love.

Thoughmany friends have signed their names,And some have left their mark,I see a place for me remainsTo add my small remark.My wish for thee is: joy through life;And bliss supreme, when some one’s wife.

Thoughmany friends have signed their names,

And some have left their mark,

I see a place for me remains

To add my small remark.

My wish for thee is: joy through life;

And bliss supreme, when some one’s wife.

I praythe prayer of Plato old:God make thee beautiful within;And let thine eye the good beholdIn everything, save sin.

I praythe prayer of Plato old:

God make thee beautiful within;

And let thine eye the good behold

In everything, save sin.

A fewtrue friends to aid us and love us,And cordial hands to warmly clasp our own;O! surely God hath never made usTo live distrustingly, selfish, and alone.

A fewtrue friends to aid us and love us,

And cordial hands to warmly clasp our own;

O! surely God hath never made us

To live distrustingly, selfish, and alone.

A verseyou ask this fine day:Of course I’ll write you one.The task of writing finds its payIn joy that it is done.

A verseyou ask this fine day:

Of course I’ll write you one.

The task of writing finds its pay

In joy that it is done.

Whyask a name;Small is the good it brings;Names are but breath—Deeds—deeds alone—are things.

Whyask a name;

Small is the good it brings;

Names are but breath—

Deeds—deeds alone—are things.

Whenyears and months have glided by,And on this page you cast your eye,Remember ’twas a friend sincereThat left this kind remembrance here.With best wishes for your future cheer.

Whenyears and months have glided by,

And on this page you cast your eye,

Remember ’twas a friend sincere

That left this kind remembrance here.

With best wishes for your future cheer.

Dear----, may your life be blestWith friendship, love and happiness;May all your friends prove true,And cheer you all the journey through.

Dear----, may your life be blest

With friendship, love and happiness;

May all your friends prove true,

And cheer you all the journey through.

MayFuture, with her kindest smile,Wreath laurels for thy brow;May loving angels guard and keep theeEver pure as thou art now.

MayFuture, with her kindest smile,

Wreath laurels for thy brow;

May loving angels guard and keep thee

Ever pure as thou art now.

Ifwriting in Albums remembrance insures,With the greatest of pleasure I’ll scribble in yours.

Ifwriting in Albums remembrance insures,

With the greatest of pleasure I’ll scribble in yours.

Inafter years when you recallThe days of pleasures past,And think of joyous hours and allHave flown away so fast,When some forgotten air you hearBrings back past scenes to thee,And gently claims your listening earKeep one kind thought for me.

Inafter years when you recall

The days of pleasures past,

And think of joyous hours and all

Have flown away so fast,

When some forgotten air you hear

Brings back past scenes to thee,

And gently claims your listening ear

Keep one kind thought for me.

Thetruest happiness is found in making others happy.

Acceptmy friend these lines from me,They show that I remember thee,And hope some thought they will retainTill you and I shall meet again.

Acceptmy friend these lines from me,

They show that I remember thee,

And hope some thought they will retain

Till you and I shall meet again.

Forthee, my fair and gentle friend,I ask not wealth or fame,I only ask thy path may beFree from life’s toil and care.

Forthee, my fair and gentle friend,

I ask not wealth or fame,

I only ask thy path may be

Free from life’s toil and care.

Amongthe many friends that claimA kind remembrance in thy breast,I too would add my simple name.Among the rest.

Amongthe many friends that claim

A kind remembrance in thy breast,

I too would add my simple name.

Among the rest.

Nevergrow weary doing good.

I wanta warm and faithful friend,To cheer the adverse hour;Who ne’er to flatter will descend,Nor bend the knee to power;A friend to chide me when I’m wrong;My inmost soul to see;And that my friendship prove as strongFor him as his for me.

I wanta warm and faithful friend,

To cheer the adverse hour;

Who ne’er to flatter will descend,

Nor bend the knee to power;

A friend to chide me when I’m wrong;

My inmost soul to see;

And that my friendship prove as strong

For him as his for me.

ESTEEM and CONFIDENCE.

Somelittle token of regard,You wish from me to claim;But as time is pressing hard,I will but write my name.

Somelittle token of regard,

You wish from me to claim;

But as time is pressing hard,

I will but write my name.

Everyjoy that heaven can send;Wealth, and every kind of treasure;—Health and love to thee, my friend,And happiness without measure.

Everyjoy that heaven can send;

Wealth, and every kind of treasure;—

Health and love to thee, my friend,

And happiness without measure.

Infuture years, should trusted friendsDepart like summer birds;And all the comfort memory lends,Is false and honeyed words,Turn then to me who fain would prove,However thy lot be cast,That naught his heart can ever moveFrom friendship of the past.

Infuture years, should trusted friends

Depart like summer birds;

And all the comfort memory lends,

Is false and honeyed words,

Turn then to me who fain would prove,

However thy lot be cast,

That naught his heart can ever move

From friendship of the past.

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