The eternal stars shine out as soon as it is dark enough. The true order of learning should be, first, what is necessary second, what is useful; and third, what is ornamental. To reverse this arrangement is like beginning to build at the top of the edifice. MRS. SIGOURNEY. There is no flock, however watched and tended, There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair. Wit.] CLXX. LONGFELLOW: Resignation. Wit loses its respect with the good, when seen in company with malice; and to smile at the jest that plants a thorn in another's breast, is to become a principal in the mischief. SHERIDAN. Death of an Infant.] CLXXI. There beamed a smile Books.] So fixed, so holy, from that cherub brow, CLXXII. MRS. SIGOURNEY. The past lives but in words; a thousand ages were blank if books had not evoked their ghosts, and kept the pale, unbodied shades to warn us from fleshless lips. BULWER-LYTTON. The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident. We watched her breathing through the night, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed; she had Another morn than ours. LAMB. HOOD. Glorious Life.] CLXXVII. Sound, sound the clarion! fill the fife! Death (of Mrs. Lowell).] The Past.] Cares.] SCOTT Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, CLXXIX. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean; CLXXX. Too much of joy is sorrowful, So cares must needs abound; Remembrance.] ALICE CARY. CLXXXI. This is truth the poet sings, TENNYSON: Locksley Hall. CLXXXII. That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Sensibility.] I would not enter on my list of friends, Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility, the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. Sympathy.] CLXXXIII. No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, COWPER. Laughter.] Responds as if, with unseen wings, Where hast thou staid so long? CLXXXIV. LONGFELLOW: Endymion. No one who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably depraved. CARLYLE. In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel-visits and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love. Prayer and Love.] CLXXXVII. He prayeth well who loveth well Slander and Anger.] Social Evils.] CLXXXVIII. Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And life is thorny, and youth is vain, And to be wroth with one we love, WILLIS. COLERIDGE. Doth work like madness in the brain. COLERIDGE. CLXXXIX. Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitened forehead of the fool! TENNYSON: Locksley Hall Think, every morning, when the sun peeps through How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old melodious madrigals of love; Evening.] Home.] Midnight.] Night.] And when you think of this, remember, too, LONGFELLOW: Birds of Killingworth. CXCI. One long bar Of purple cloud, on which the evening star Held the sky's golden gateway. Through the deep The Schuylkill whispering in a voice of sleep. CXCII. Better than gold is a peaceful home, CXCIII. 'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now CXCIV. GEO. D. PRENTICE. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. The day is cold and dark and dreary; My life is cold and dark and dreary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, |