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Are we sowing seeds of honor?
They shall bring forth golden grain ;
Whatsoe'er our sowing be,
2. We can never be too careful
What the seed our hands shall sow;
Hate from hate is sure to grow.
Heedlessly along our way;
Waits us at the harvest day.
Whatsoe'er our sowing be,
One pound of gold may be made into a wire that would extend around the globe. So one good deed may be felt through all time, and cast its influence into eternity. Though done in the first flush of youth, it may gild the last of a long life, and form the brightest and most glorious spot in it.
XXVI.—THE WORLD WE LIVE IN.
1. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: This is a right pleasant world to live in. If you or I had been consulted as to which of all the stars we would choose to walk upon, we could not have done a wiser thing than to select this. I have always been glad that I got aboard this planet.
2. The best color that I can think of for the sky is blue, for the foliage, green; for the water, crystalline flash.
The monneains are just high enough, the flowers sufficiently aromatic, the earth right for solidity and growth. The human face is admirably adapted for its work — sunshine in its smile, tempest in its frown. Two eyes, one more than absolutely necessary, so that if one is put out, we still can look upon the sunrise and the faces of our friends.
3. One nose, which is quite sufficient for those who walk among so many city nuisances, being an organ of two stops, and adding dignity to the human face, whether it have the graceful arch of the Roman, or turn up towards the heavens with celestial aspirations in the shape of a pug, or wavering up and down, now as if it would aspire, now as if it would descend, until suddenly it shies off in an unexpected direction, illustrating the proverb that it is a long lane which has no turn. People are disposed, I see, to laugh about the nose, but I think that it is nothing to be sneezed at.
4. Standing before the grandest architectural achievements, critics have differences of opinion; but where is the man who would criticise the arch of the sky, or the crest of a wave, or the flock of snow-white fleecy clouds driven by the Shepherd of the Wind across the hilly pastures of the heavens, or the curve of a snow-bank, or the burning cities of the sunset, or the fern-leaf pencilings of the frost on a window pane? Where there is one discord, there are ten thousand harmonies.
T. DEWITT TALMAGE.
In many parts of Germany the children have formed themselves into societies for the prevention of cruelty to animals. In some towns of France, whole schools, including teachers and pupils, constitute such societies. Are not these examples worthy of imitation by the children of America ?
XXVII.- SCENE FROM THE “LITTLE MER
PIEDRO and FRANCISCO. 1. Piedro. This is your morning's work, I presume; and you'll make another journey to Naples to-day, on the same errand, I warrant, before your father thinks you have done enough.
2. Francisco. Not before my father thinks I have done enough, but before I think so myself.
3. P. I do enough to satisfy myself and my father, too, without slaving myself after your fashion. Look here! (showing money.) All this was had for asking. It is no bad thing, you'll allow, to know how to ask for money properly.
4. F. I should be ashamed to beg, or to borrow either.
5. P. Neither did I get what you see by begging, or borrowing either, but by using my wits — not as you did yesterday, when, like a novice, you showed the bruised side of your melon, and so spoiled your market by your wisdom!
6. F. Wisdom I think it, still.
9. P. Mine is of a different way of thinking. He always tells me that the buyer has need of a hundred eyes, and if one can blind the whole hundred, so much the better. You must know I got off the fish to-day that my father could not sell yesterday in the market. Got it off for fresh, just ont of the river - got twice as much as the market price for it; and from whom, think you? Why, from the very booby that would have bought the bruised melon for a good one, if you would have let him. You'll allow that I am no fool, Francisco, and that
I am in a fair way to grow rich, if I go on as I have begun.
10. F. Stay,—you forgot that the “ booby” you took in to-day will not be so easily taken in tomorrow. He will buy no more fish from you, because he will be afraid of your cheating him; but he will be ready enough to buy fruit of me, because he will know I shall not cheat him. So you will have lost a customer, and I gained one.
11. P. With all my heart. One customer does not make a market; if he buys no more, what care I! There are people enough to buy fish in Naples.
12. F. And do you mean to serve them all in the same manner ?
13. P. If they will be only so good as to give me leave. “ Venture a small fish to catch a large one !”
14. F. You have never considered, then, that all these people will, one after another, find you out in time.
15. P. Aye, in time; but it will be some time first: there are a great many of them,— enough to last me all summer, if I lose a customer a day.
16. F. And next summer, what will you do?
17. P. Next summer is not come yet; there is time enough to think what I shall do before next summer comes. Why, now, suppose the blockheads, after they had been taken in and found it out, all joined against me, and would buy none of our fish,- what then? Are there no trades, then, but that of a fisherman? In Naples, are there not a hundred ways of making money for a smart lad like me
says? What do you think of turning merchant, and selling sugar-plums and cakes to the children in the market ? Would they be hard to deal with, think you?
18. F. I think not. But I think the children would find it out in time if they were cheated, and would like it as little as the men.
19. P. I don't doubt that; then, in time, I could, you know, change my trade, sell chips and sticks in the wood market; hand about lemonade to the fine folks, or twenty other things; there are trades enough for a man.
20. F. Yes, for the honest dealer, but for no other; for in all of them you'll find, as my father says, that a good character is the best fortune to set up with. Change your trade ever so often, you'll be found out for what you are at last.
21. P. And what am I, pray? The whole truth of the matter is, that you envy my good luck and can't bear to hear this money jingle in my hand. “It's better to be lucky than wise," as my father says. Good morning to
you; when I am found out for what I am, or when the worst comes to the worst, I can drive a stupid donkey, with his panniers filled with rubbish, as well as you do now, honest Francisco.
22. F. Not quite so well; unless you were honest you would not fill his panniers quite so readily.
XXVIII.— CLEAR THE WAY.
1. Men of thought, be up and stirring,
Night and day!
Clear the way
As ye may !