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A light heart makes nimble feet and keeps the body healthy.

DON'T DO IT. Don't speak a harsh, unkind word, and thus make sad the heart of another. Don't add a straw to another's burden; it is heavy enough now. Don't live for your own enjoyment and comfort alone. Such a life would drive them away.


Only what thou art, and not what thou hast, determines thy value.

LIFE'S AIM. The aim of life should not be joy or repose, but work. Work and love; these are the body and soul of human life. Happy is he in whom they are united.

LIFE'S JOURNEY GLADDENED. To believe that God's eye follows every sparrow, that His taste unrolls every flower, that His thoughts and feelings give expression in all natural forms and colors and harmonies, gladdens life's journey with a Father's conscious presence and care.

GOD'S CARE. Behold the fowls of the air, for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, yet your Heavenly Father feedeth them.Bible.


The best portion of a good man's life is his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.- Wordsworth.


Over our hearts and into our lives

Shadows will sometimes fall;
But the sunshine is never wholly dead,
And heaven is shadowless overhead,
And God is over all.

Ladies' Repository


1. Labor, labor — honest labor;

Labor keeps me well and strong;
Labor gives me food and raiment;

Labor, too, inspires my song.

2. Labor keeps me ever merry;

Cheerful labor is but play:
Labor wrestles with my sorrow;

Labor driveth tears away.

3. Labor brings an eve of solace,

When my hands their toil forego,
And across my heart in silence

Cherished streams of memory flow.

4. Labor curtains night with gladness,

Giveth rest and happy dreams;
And the sleep that follows labor

With a mystic pleasure teems.

5. Labor ever freely giveth

Lustrous vigor to the mind;
Shedding o'er it sunlight holy;

New ideas from it I find.

6. Labor brings me all I need;

While I work I need not borrow:
Hands are toiling for to-day,

Mind is working for to-morrow.

7. Labor's tools make sweetest music,

As their busy echoes ring;
Loom and wheel and anvil ever

Have a merry song to sing.

8. “Labor! Labor!” crieth Nature,

“ Labor!” sings the wheel of Time, And in their own mystic language

Earth and sky and ocean chime.

9. Labor, labor! ne'er be idle,

Labor, labor, while you can; 'Tis the Iron Age of Labor

Labor only makes the man!



1. Mary and Jane are neighbors and friends. They are alike in birth, fortune, education and accomplishments; but they are not alike in spirit and temper. Mary has accustomed herself to look only on the dark side. She does not seem to notice the numerous beauties and excellencies that might be seen all around her, but she looks for and dwells on the defects.

2. If you show her a truthful portrait, she will look at some part of the drapery that has been neglected, or a hand or finger left unfinished. Her garden is a beautiful one, and kept with great neatness and elegance; but if you walk into it with her, she will talk to you of nothing but blights and storms, of snails and caterpillars, and the impossibility of keeping it in a decent condition, and free from falling leaves.

3. If you sit down in one of her arbors to enjoy the prospect, she observes to you that there is too much wood, or too little water; that the day is too sunny or too gloomy; that it is very sultry or too windy, and finishes with a long talk upon the wretchedness of our climate, and expresses the opinion that it would be better to live in any other country than ours.

4. When you return with her to the house and company, in the hopes of hearing a little more cheerful conversation, she casts a gloom over all by giving you the history of her own bad health, or of some melancholy accident that has befallen one of her friends. Thus she depresses her own spirits and the spirits of all around her, and at last discovers, she knows not why, that her friends are sedate and dull.

5. Jane is quite the reverse of this. By habituating herself to look on the bright side of objects, she preserves a constant cheerfulness in herself which proves contagious, communicating to all about her. If any misfortune befalls her, she considers how much worse it might have been, and is grateful to a kind Providence in permitting her to escape a more serious disaster.

6. She rejoices in solitude, as it gives her an opportunity of studying herself; and also in society, because it permits her to communicate to others the happiness she enjoys. She opposes the virtues of every one to his failings or errors, and can always find something to cherish and commend in the very worst of her acquaintances. When she reads a book she does so with the desire to be

a entertained and instructed, and so she seldom fails to receive what she looks for.

7. If you walk with her, though it be in a field or in

the woods, she will discover numberless beauties and attractions on every hand. The hills and dales, the bending trees and waving grain, the foliage and flowers, the birds and insects, are all full of interest and instruction for her.

8. She enjoys every change of weather and of season, as bringing with it some pleasures and advantages. In conversation she never repeats her own grievances, or those of her neighbors; and, what is still better, she never descants of her neighbors' faults and imperfections.

9. If others introduce unkind and censorious remarks, she adroitly manages to change the subject of conversation. Thus Jane, like the bee, gathers sweets from every weed, while Mary extracts poison from the fairest flowers. Mary is always sour, dissatisfied and captious, while Jane is always pleasant, cheerful and charitable. Perpetual gloom accompanies Mary, while constant sunshine attends Jane. Which will you pattern after!



1. Peter. Uncle John, what are you doing that for? 2. Uncle John. Doing what ?

3. Peter. Why, picking all those weeds to pieces and putting them away in those big books?

4. U.J. I do not put away those I pick to pieces. 5. Peter. Why do you pick them to pieces?

6. U.J. Because they are plants that are new to me, and I am studying them to learn what they are like, and what their relations are.

7. Peter. Relations! Do plants have relations? 8. U. J. Certainly.

9. Peter. That is queer! And is that the way you learn so much about plants?

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