WORDS OF WISDOM.

Manawatu Herald, Volume III, Issue III, 11 April 1891, Page 4

WORDS OF WISDOM.

We are more sociable and get on better 3tnl more agreeably with people by the heart than the intellect. Women go farther in love than most men, but rr.cn go farther in friendship than women.— La Brugere. There is more folly involved in suspecting e\cry cne than in trusting every one. — > Tier. S. I>. Ilerron. l'vide is the consciousness of what one is, without contempt for others.— Senac de Uleilhan. Many a woman rejects a man because he Is in love with her, and accepts another because he is not. — Phillip* Brooks. The man who is in the highest state I of prosperity, and who thinks his fortune trcst seciuv. knows not if it will remain un:hanj;cd till the evening. Az selfish and ill-bred as the mass of mankind are, I prefer to live with them raiher than go into solitude and try to live with myself. — Josh Billings. Of all the gifts that nature can give us, the faculty of remaining silent, or of answering apropos, is perhaps the most useful. — Madame Cnmpaii. The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it surest s ; just as the charm of music dwells net in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts. — Holmes. To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it ; to know its pleasures, v.c mr.rt fo to those who are seeking it ; the pairs of rower are real, its pleasures imaginary. — (J. C. Cotton. The only way to shine, even in this false world, is to be modest and unassuming. Falsehood may be a thick crust, but, in course of time, truth will find a place to break through.— Bn/ant. To achieve the greatest and worthiest results, man must die to himself, must cease to exist in his own thoughts. Not until he has dene this does he begin to do aught that is great and commendable. The 'grandest and strongest natures are ever the calmest. A fiery restlessness is the symbol of frailties not yet outgrown. The rapose of power is its richest phase and its clearest testimony. The warm days in spring bring forth passion flowers and forget-me-nots. It is only after mid-summer, when the days grow shorter and hotter, that fruit begins to appear.—// .W. Longfellow. Inspire only to those virtues that are peculiar to your sex ; follow your natural modesty, and think it your greatest commendation not be talked of one way or another. — Ferickt. A dreary place would be the earth, Were there no little people in it ; The song of life would lose its mirth Were there no children to begin it. Life is made up, not of great sacrifices and duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort.— SirH. Davy. A man being asked how old he was, replied, " I am in health" ; and being asked ].-.'. w nch he was, said, " I am not in debt." To judc;c of the real importance of an indivU dual ens must think of the effect his death would produce. — Levis. Today is not yesterday; we ourselves clinn;.e ; how can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same ? Change, indeed, is painful, yet ever needful, and, if memory have its iorce and worth, so also has hope.— CurhjU'. No one can associate freely with persons of true refinement without imbibing something more of delicacy and gentleness into his own nature ; nor c:»n any one live in^ an atmosphere of sympathy and goodwill without feeling his emotions stirred with love and interest in his fellow-men. If you want knowledge, you must toil for jt ; if food, you must toil for it; and U pleasure, you must toil for it. Toil is the law. Pleasure comes through toil, and not by seh indulgence and indolence. .When one gets 1 i"i love work, his life is a happy one. — Jliishin. Unless a man believes in something far higher than himself, something infinitely purer ar.d grander than he can ever become —unless he has an instinct of an order beyond his dreams, of laws beyond his com-prt-hensicn, of beauty and good and justice beside which his own ideals are dark — he will fail in every loftier form of ambition, and ouyht to fail. Discipline, like the bridle in the hand of a good ' rider, should exercise its influence without appearing to do so — should be ever active, both as a support and as a restraint, yet tcc-n to ie easily in hand. It must always be ready to check or to pull up, as occasion n:ay require; and only when the horse is a runaway should the action of the curb be perceptible. I believe an immense gain in the bodily health and happiness of the upper classes would follow on their steadily endeavouring, however clumsily, to make the physical exertion they now necessarily exert in amusements definitely serviceable. It would be far better, for instance, that a gentleman should mow his own fields, than ride over other people's — Buskin. Necessity.— Necessity is the great master, and it operates on all classes of society — it gives the power of concentration to the lawyer, teaches the physician to be selfcontained and studious, gives efficiency to the pen of the writer, drills the book-keeper and the clerk, and trains the hand of the artisan. It is an ever-present and most exacting schoolmaster ; and as, with an immense majority, this schoolmaster begins his lessons in youth by means of the strugp gles and burdens in life, and continues them without relaxation to the end, the discipline within certain limits is complete— the selfcontrol being general, but the proficiency lying in each case solely along the line of experience. DnsroNDiNG Mothers. — " I have done nothing to-day but keep things straight in the hcui-e," you say wearily at the close of it. Do you call that nothing ? Nothing that ycur children are healthy and hapiy, and secured from evil influence ? Nothirjg thr.t neatness, and thrift, and wholesome food follow the touch of your finger-tips ? Nothing that beauty in place of. ugliness meets the eye of the cheerful little ones, in the plants at the window, in the pictures on the wall? Nothing that home to them mean:: home, and will always do so to the end of life, what vicissitudes soever that mr.y involve ? Oh, careworn mother, is all this nothing? Is it nothing that over against your sometime mistakes and sometime discouragements shall be written, " She hath frjv.u v. hat she could ?" Cot, in f.sy.— William Wirt's letter to his daughter on the "small, sweet courtesies of lile," contains a passage from which a deal of happiness might be learned: "I want to tell you a secret. The way to make yourse!i pleasing to others is to show that you care icr them. The world is like the miller at Mr.i.slield, ' who cared for nobody, no, not he, because nobody cared for him.' And U._ v.kole woikl will serve you so if you give them the same cause. Let everyone, ths.-.c.'ore, see that you do care for them, by slewing them what Sterne so happily c:.!!i ' the small, sweet courtesies,' in which tl eve is no parade, whose voice is to still, to ea?ii, rr.d which manifest themselves by t . ndi. i Mid a:Tectionate looks, and little kind ae't:. ol :;ttcr.ticn, giving others the prefercij.c in every little enjoyment at the table, in ihe i:«.!d, v.T.li-injj, silting, or standing."