Joys Divided Are Increased.

Doubtless The World Is Wicked Enough; But It Will Not Be Improved By The Extension Of A Spirit Which Self-righteously Sees More To Reform Outside Of Itself Than In Itself.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

The Most Beautiful Sight This Earth Affords Is A Man Or Woman So Filled With Love That Duty Is Only A Name, And Its Performance The Natural Outflow And Expression Of The Love Which Has Become The Central Principle Of Their Life.

It Is Better To Be A Self-made Man,--filled Up According To God's Original Pattern,--than To Be Half A Man, Made After Some Other Man's Pattern.

A Man Who In The Struggles Of Life Has No Home To Retire To, In Fact Or In Memory, Is Without Life's Best Rewards And Life's Best Defences.