Those Who Plant Trees Plant Hope.

June Falls Asleep Upon Her Bier Of Flowers; In Vain Are Dewdrops Sprinkled O'er Her, In Vain Would Fond Winds Fan Her Back To Life, Her Hours Are Numbered On The Floral Dial.

Everything In Nature Has Its Own Intrinsic Charm, As The Work Of Its Creator's Hand; But The Chief Beauty Of The Whole Lies In Its Suggested Relations To Humanity. Things Announce And Wait For Persons. The House Would Not Have Been Thus Beautifully Built And Furnished, Except For An Expected Tenant.

God Be Thanked For The Thinkers Of Good And Noble Thoughts! It Wakes Up All The Best In Ourselves, To Come Into Close Contact With Others Greater And Better In Every Way Than We Are.

The Beauty Of Work Depends Upon The Way We Meet It — Whether We Arm Ourselves Each Morning To Attack It As An Enemy That Must Be Vanquished Before Night Comes, Or Whether We Open Our Eyes With The Sunrise To Welcome It As An Approaching Friend.

What Is The Meaning Of 'gossip?' Doesn't It Originate With Sympathy, An Interest In One's Neighbor, Degenerating Into Idle Curiosity And Love Of Tattling? Which Is Worse, This Habit, Or Keeping One's Self So Absorbed Intellectually As To Forget The Sufferings And Cares Of Others, To Lose Sympathy Through Having Too Much To Think About?