Would you adopt a safe, sure recipe, Common Sense. The four ordinary secrets of health are, early rising, exercise, personal cleanliness, and the rising from table with the stomach unoppressed. There may be sorrows in despite of these, but they will be less with them, and nobody can be truly comfortable without them. Heart (The). There is in every human heart Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of love and truth might grow, And flowers of generous virtue blow; To plant, to watch, to water there, This be our duty, this our care.-Bowring. A loving heart is the truest wisdom.-C. Dickens. -The wisdom of the Creator is in nothing seen more gloriously than in the heart. It was necessary that it should be made capable of working for ever, without the cessation of a moment, without the least degree of weariness. It is so made; and the power of the Creator in so constructing it can in nothing be exceeded but by his wisdom! — The velvet moss will grow upon the sterile rock; the mistletoe flourish on the withered branch; the ivy cling to the mouldering ruin; the pine and cedar remain fresh and fadeless amidst the mutations of the dying year; and, heaven be praised! something green, something beautiful to see, and grateful to the soul, will, in the coldest and darkest hour of fate, still twine its tendrils round the crumbling altars and broken arches of the desolate temples of the human heart! - The appellations bestowed on that mysterious organ, the human heart, keep pace with the moral qualities ascribed to it. Thus we have the tender and the flinty heart-the cold, the warm, the light, and the heavy heart-the "faint heart that never won fair lady," and "the heart of oak," the exclusive property of the tars of England. Heaven. This world is all a fleeting show, There's nothing true but heaven! And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, Poor wanderers of a stormy day, And fancy's flash, and reason's ray, There's nothing calm but heaven! History. History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellowman. It is a huge libel on human nature, to which we industriously add page after page, volume after volume, as if we were building up a monument to the honour rather than the infamy of our species. If we turn over the pages of these chronicles that man has written of himself, what are the characters dignified by the appellation of "great," and held up to the admiration of posterity? Tyrants, robbers, conquerors, renowned only for the magnitude of their misdeeds and the stupendous wrongs and miseries they have inflicted on mankind--warriors who have hired themselves to the trade of blood, not from motives of virtuous patriotism, or to protect the injured and defenceless, but merely to gain the vaunted glory of being successful in massacreing their fellow beings! What are the great events that constitute a glorious era? The fall of empires—the desolation of happy countries—splendid cities smoking in their ruins-the proudest works of art tumbled in the dust-the shrieks and groans of whole nations ascending unto heaven.— Irving. - The Grecian history is a poem, Latin history a picture, modern history a chronicle.-Chateaubriand. Home. The stately homes of England, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound And the swan glides past them with the sound The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath Hours! All other sounds, in that still time, The free, fair homes of England! May hearts of native proof be reared, Where first the child's glad spirit loves - That is not home, where day by day There are who strangely love to roam, There is no home in halls of pride, O'ershadowing the conscious mind, To consecrate the name of friend.-Conder. The great end of prudence is to give cheerfulness to those hours which splendour cannot gild, and acclamation cannot exhilarate those soft intervals of unblended amusement, in which a man shrinks to his natural dimensions, and throws aside the ornaments and disguises which he feels in privacy to be useless encumbrances, and to lose all effect when they become familiar. To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labour tends, and of which every desire prompts the execution. It is, indeed, at home that every man must be known by those who would have a just estimate of his virtue or felicity. -Dr. Johnson. - The learning of the University may fade from the recollection; its classic lore may moulder in the halls of memory; but the simple lessons of home, enamelled upon the heart of childhood, defy the rust of years, and outlive the more mature but less vivid pictures of after days. It is a good thing and a wise, to be able, with a few books and a little needlework, to give any room, however strange and desolate, a look of home, to be able to pursue our usual employments anywhere at a moment's notice; and a blessing beyond wealth, beyond beauty, or even beyond talent, is that cheerful temperament which can rejoice in the sunshine, yet be merry in the shade; which can delight in the bird's singing in spring, yet solace itself with the heart's own music when winter is at hand. Home and Friends. Oh! there's a power to make each hour |