VARIETIES.
What is Death?
There is no death! What seems so is transition;This life of mortal breathIs but the suburb of the life elysian,Whose portal we call death.—Longfellow.
There is no death! What seems so is transition;This life of mortal breathIs but the suburb of the life elysian,Whose portal we call death.—Longfellow.
There is no death! What seems so is transition;This life of mortal breathIs but the suburb of the life elysian,Whose portal we call death.
There is no death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but the suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call death.
—Longfellow.
—Longfellow.
An Approving Conscience.—The most exquisite of human satisfactions flows from an approving conscience.
Aiming at Perfection.—Aim at perfection in everything, though in most things it is unattainable. However, they who aim at it and persevere will come much nearer to it than those whose laziness and despondency make them give it up as unattainable.
Cultivating the Mind.—The mind is but a barren soil—a soil which is soon exhausted and will produce no crop, or only one, unless it be continually fertilised and enriched with foreign matter.
Plain Proofs.—Ungraceful attitudes and actions and a certain left-handedness (if I may use that word) loudly proclaim low education and low company.—Chesterfield.
Too Amiable.—There are many women who would be very amiable if they could only lose sight for a little of the fact that they are so.
The Importance of Food.—The question of food lies at the foundation of all other questions. There is no mind, no work, no health, without food; and just as we are fed defectively and improperly, so are our frames developed in a way unfitted to secure that greatest of earthly blessings—a sound mind in a sound body.—Dr. Lankester.
Keeping Secrets.—A man is more faithful in keeping the secrets of others than his own; a woman, on the contrary, keeps her own secrets better than those of others.—La Bruyere.
Not a Bad Match.
An attorney brought in an immense bill to a lady for some business he had done for her. The lady, to whom he had once paid his addresses, murmured at the charges.
“Madam,” replied the limb of the law, “I wanted to convince you that my profession is lucrative, and that I should not have been a bad match.”
Ways of the Wise.—Philosophic-minded people hanker not after what is unattainable, are not inclined to grieve after what is lost, nor are they perplexed even in calamities.