Good Thoughts.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 4, Issue 1067, 6 May 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

Good Thoughts.

IN POETRY AND PROSE. In the shipwreck of the Stato trifles float and are preserved j whilo everything'solid and valuable sinks to the bottom, and is lost for ever,—Junius, " Oil! a wondorful stream is the river of Time, As it runs through the realm of tears, With a faultless rhythm, and a musical rhyme And a broader sweep and a surge sublime, As it bends in the- ocean ot years I -B.F.Taylor. . ■ False opinions about religion-imply false opinions about human duty.—Froude, •:'■) ■ Born, lived, tind died,.sum up the great epitome of man, •

0 Earth, so full of dreary noises! : ' 0 men, with wailing in your voices I ■'■ 0 delved gold, tho waiter's hoiip I • 0 strife, .0 .curso, that o'or it fall I God makos a silenco through you all 1 . ,••!. his beloved sleep." '.■;•' '" ' - . ' , -Maßrowning* ..TO soul's dark Cottage 5 , battered and decayed, •■ Lets inflow, light through clunks that Time has ■j^rnaikv ."-.;- :< ■• -Waller. $& '5A' ltujujy act is o kovncl sown' ■'s»:» U'Thatwill grow to a goodly tree, : .7,TShbddingjts fruit when time has flown .. ( .'."■ ; 'lJawn the gulf of eternity, '.>&*', i,.' : "''•':;;;. _Jolm B °y le °'Reilly-'.c-TJio' school will not be good unless it flourish; hinder.'the shadow of sacristy,— Thiew,", I '('..'. ■■ 'i '

Lovo is a suddon blaze which soon decays, Friendship is liko the sun's oternnl rays: - Not daily benefit? exhaust tho flame j : It still is giving, and still burns the samo. -Gay. . : Nothing can be politically right which is morally wrong,—OConnell, . . 'Tis with our'judgements as our watches; nono Are just alike,.yot each bolieves his own.-Pope. ■ Let us raise the cry, The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland ! Rack-rentingand evictions must be stopped at all hazards, No class must be allowed the exclusive ownership of that which God intended for the enjoyment of all,-J, O'Connor Power, ■■' Ono by one tho sands are flowing, ■'One by ono tho moments fall; Some aro coming, somo are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. —Adelaide Proctor,