Beauty, like truth and justice, lives within us; like virtue, and like moral law, it is a companion of the soul.

Evening.]

Civility.]

CXXXIII.

See the broad sun forsake the skies,

BANCROFT.

Glow on the waves and downward glide;
Anon heaven opens all its eyes,

And star-beams tremble on the tide.

CXXXIV.

REV. MATHER BYLES, d. 1788.

A man has no more right to say an uncivil thing than to act one, no more right to say a rude thing to another than to knock him down. DR. S. JOHNSON.

How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear,
Were discord to the speaking quietude

That wraps this moveless scene.

Heaven's ebon vault,

Studded with stars unutterably bright,

Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which Love hath spread

To curtain her sleeping world.

SHELLEY: Queen Mab.

EMERSON.

O woman! in our hours of ease,

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!

CXXXVIII.

SCOTT: Marmion.

I think it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of mothers shall, occasionally, be visited on their children, as well as the sins of fathers. 6*

DICKENS.

For woman is not undeveloped man,
But diverse could we make her as the man,
Sweet love were slain: his dearest bond is this,
Not like to like, but like in difference.

Yet in the long years liker must they grow;
The man be more of woman, she of man;
He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care,
Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind;
Till at the last she set herself to man,
Like perfect music unto noble words.

TENNYSON: The Princess.

The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.

New Year's.]

Woman.]

CXLI.

Old Time's great clock,that never stops,

Nor runs too fast nor slow,

Hung up amid the worlds of space,

Where wheeling planets glow,

Its dial-plate the orbit vast

Where whirls our mundane sphere,—

Has pushed its pointer round again,
And struck another year.

CXLII.

SWIFT.

***

To be a good woman is better than to be a fine lady. ***

"The proper study of mankind is man;"

The most perplexing one, no doubt, is woman.

SAXE.

Loveliness.]

CXLIV.

Loveliness

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorned, adorned the most.

THOMSON: The Seasons.

Hospitality.]

And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.

MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh.

CXLVII.

Let not the emphasis of hospitality be in bed and board; but let truth and love and honor and courtesy flow in all thy deeds. EMERSON.

Spring.]

Books.]

CXLVIII.,

Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come;
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veiled in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.

CXLIX.

THOMSON: The Seasons.

The true University of these days is a collection of books. CARLYLE.

Moonlight.]

Beauty.]

CL.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold!
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.

Such harmony is in immortal souls;

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

CLI.

SHAKSPEARE: Mer. of Ven.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.

Nature cannot be surprised in undress. Beauty breaks in every.

What a cunning silversmith is the Frost! The rarest workmanship of Delhi and Genoa copies him but clumsily, as if the fingers of all other artists were thumbs. Fern-work and lace-work and filigree in endless variety, and under it all the water tinkles like a distant guitar, or drums like a tambourine, or gurgles like the tokay of an anchorite's dream.. JAS. RUSSELL Lowell.

Evening.]

Autumn.]

CLVI.

Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleased. Now glowed the firmament
With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length

Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
MILTON: Paradise Lost, Bk. IV.

CLVII.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and

sere;

Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's tread;

The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy BRYANT: Death of the Flowers.

Life.]

day.

CLVIII.

A man's life is an appendix to his heart.

SOUTH.

Death.]

Education.]

CLIX.

Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,
And stars to set; but all-

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
MRS. HEMANS.

CLX.

Do not ask if a man has been through college: ask if a college has been through him; if he is a walking university.

A Little Girl.]

Education.]

CLXI.

A Princess from the Fairy Isles,
The very pattern girl of girls,
All covered and embowered in curls,
Rose-tinted from the Isle of Flowers,
And sailing with soft, silken sails,
From far-off Dreamland into ours.

CHAPIN.

LONGFELLOW: Hanging of the Crane.

CLXII.

We speak of educating our children. Do we know that our children also educate us?

Barefoot Boy.]

CLXIII.

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan;
With thy turned up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lips, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy:

I was once a barefoot boy.

WHITTIER.

In a natural state, tears and laughter go hand in hand; for they are twin-born. Like two children sleeping in one cradle, 'when one wakes and stirs, the other wakes also.

Praying.]

CLXV.

Two went up to pray? Oh, rather say,
One went to brag, the other to pray;
One stands up close, and treads on high,
Where the other dares not lend his eye;
One nearer to God's altar trod,
The other to the altar's God.

RICHARD CRASHAW.