Those who yield their souls captive to the brief intoxication of love, if no higher and holier feeling mingle with and consecrate their dream of bliss, will shrink trembling from the pangs that attend their waking. —Schlegel.

The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom. —Antoine Bret.

I have enjoyed the happiness of this world, I have lived and have loved. —Richter.

Life is a flower of which love is the honey. —Victor Hugo.

Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love. —Thoreau.

Young love-making, that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to – the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung – are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust. —George Eliot.

Love is the loadstone of love. —Mrs. Osgood.

Love is never lasting which flames before it burns. —Feltham.

The best part of woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall ready to soothe the wearied feet. —George Eliot.

Love is an Oriental despot. —Madame Swetchine.

We must love as looking one day to hate. —George Herbert.

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them. —J. Petit Senn.

Love is lowliness; on the wedding ring sparkles no jewel. —Richter.

Love alone is wisdom, love alone is power; and where love seems to fail, it is where self has stepped between and dulled the potency of its rays. —George MacDonald.

To speak of love is to make love. —Balzac.

A man may be a miser of his wealth; he may tie up his talent in a napkin; he may hug himself in his reputation; but he is always generous in his love. Love cannot stay at home; a man cannot keep it to himself. Like light, it is constantly traveling. A man must spend it, must give it away. —Macleod.

Repining love is the stillest; the shady flowers in this spring as in the other, shun sunlight. —Richter.

Love is like the moon; when it does not increase it decreases. —Ségur.

Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions: it is the only one that includes in its dreams the happiness of some one else. —Alphonse Karr.

A woman whom we truly love is a religion. —Emile de Girardin.

Childhood is only a wearisome prologue: the first act of the human comedy opens only at the moment when love makes a breach in our hearts. —Arsène Houssaye.

The religion of humanity is love. —Mazzini.

He who is intoxicated with wine will be sober again in the course of the night, but he who is intoxicated by the cup-bearer will not recover his senses until the day of judgment. —Saadi.

Love reasons without reason. —Shakespeare.

It seems to me that the coming of love is like the coming of spring – the date is not to be reckoned by the calendar. It may be slow and gradual; it may be quick and sudden. But in the morning, when we wake and recognize a change in the world without, verdure on the trees, blossoms on the sward, warmth in the sunshine, music in the air, we say spring has come. —Bulwer-Lytton.

Love and a cough cannot be hid. —George Herbert.

Love is the most dunder-headed of all the passions; it never will listen to reason. The very rudiments of logic are unknown to it. "Love has no wherefore," says one of the Latin poets. —Bulwer-Lytton.

Love in marriage should be the accomplishment of a beautiful dream, and not, as it too often is, the end. —Alphonse Karr.

One dies twice: to cease to live is nothing, but to cease to love and to be loved is an insupportable death. —Voltaire.

The heart of a woman is never so full of affection that there does not remain a little corner for flattery and love. —Mauvaux.

Love is always blind and tears his hands whenever he tries to gather roses. —Arsène Houssaye.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. —Voltaire.

Oh! I was mad to intoxicate myself with the wine of love, and to extend my hand to the crown of poets. Pleasure! Poetry! you are perfidious friends. Pain follows you closely. —Arsène Houssaye.

If love gives wit to fools, it undoubtedly takes it from wits. —Alphonse Karr.

In love, as in everything else, experience is a physician who never comes until after the disorder is cured. —Mme. de la Tour.

One expresses well only the love he does not feel. —Alphonse Karr.

In love, as in war, a fortress that parleys is half taken. —Marguerite de Valois.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills: to know that high initiation, she must often tread where it is hard to tread, and feel the chill air, and watch through darkness. —George Eliot.

To love one who loves you, to admire one who admires you, in a word, to be the idol of one's idol, is exceeding the limit of human joy; it is stealing fire from heaven and deserves death. —Madame de Girardin.

But to enlarge or illustrate this power and effects of love is to set a candle in the sun. —Burton.

There are as many kinds of love as there are races. A great tall German, learned, virtuous, phlegmatic, said one day: "Souls are sisters, fallen from heaven, who all at once recognize and run to meet each other." A little dry Frenchman, hot-blooded, witty, lively, replied to him: "You are right; you can always find shoes to fit." —Taine.

Love supreme defies all sophistry. —George Eliot.

It is strange that men will talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains. —Thoreau.

The love of man to woman is a thing common, and of course, and at first partakes more of instinct and passion than of choice; but true friendship between man and man is infinite and immortal. —Plato.

We look at the one little woman's face we love, as we look at the face of our mother earth, and see all sorts of answers to our own yearnings. —George Eliot.

Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world would be palsied. —Southey.

Among all the many kinds of first love, that which begins in childish companionship is the strongest and most enduring; when passion comes to unite its force to long affection, love is at its spring-tide. —George Eliot.

Nothing quickens the perceptions like genuine love. From the humblest professional attachment to the most chivalric devotion, what keenness of observation is born under the influence of that feeling which drives away the obscuring clouds of selfishness, as the sun consumes the vapor of the morning. —Tuckerman.

Luck.– Hope nothing from luck, and the probability is that you will be so prepared, forewarned, and forearmed, that all shallow observers will call you lucky. —Bulwer-Lytton.

Luxury.– Whenever vanity and gayety, a love of pomp and dress, furniture, equipage, buildings, great company, expensive diversions, and elegant entertainments get the better of the principles and judgments of men and women, there is no knowing where they will stop, nor into what evils, natural, moral, or political, they will lead us. —John Adams.

He repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. —Quarles.

O brethren, it is sickening work to think of your cushioned seats, your chants, your anthems, your choirs, your organs, your gowns, and your bands, and I know not what besides, all made to be instruments of religious luxury, if not of pious dissipation, while ye need far more to be stirred up and incited to holy ardor for the propagation of the truth as it is in Jesus. —Spurgeon.

O Luxury! Thou curst of heaven's decree. —Goldsmith.

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. —Shakespeare.

Lying.– Lying's a certain mark of cowardice. —Southern.

There are people who lie simply for the sake of lying. —Pascal.

Every brave man shuns more than death the shame of lying. —Corneille.

It is a hard matter for a man to lie all over, nature having provided king's evidence in almost every member. The hand will sometimes act as a vane, to show which way the wind blows, even when every feature is set the other way; the knees smite together and sound the alarm of fear under a fierce countenance; the legs shake with anger, when all above is calm. —Washington Allston.

Lies exist only to be extinguished. —Carlyle.

A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies. —Tennyson.

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Madness.– Many a man is mad in certain instances, and goes through life without having it perceived. For example, a madness has seized a person of supposing himself obliged literally to pray continually; had the madness turned the opposite way, and the person thought it a crime ever to pray, it might not improbably have continued unobserved. —Johnson.

Man.– It is of dangerous consequence to represent to man how near he is to the level of beasts, without showing him at the same time his greatness. It is likewise dangerous to let him see his greatness without his meanness. It is more dangerous yet to leave him ignorant of either; but very beneficial that he should be made sensible of both. —Pascal.

Man, I tell you, is a vicious animal. —Molière.

He is of the earth, but his thoughts are with the stars. Mean and petty his wants and his desires; yet they serve a soul exalted with grand, glorious aims, – with immortal longings, – with thoughts which sweep the heavens, and wander through eternity. A pigmy standing on the outward crest of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest. —Carlyle.

Alas! what does man here below? A little noise in much obscurity. —Victor Hugo.

What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and movement, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! —Shakespeare.

Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool. It seems as if heaven had sent its insane angels into our world as to an asylum. And here they will break out into their native music, and utter at intervals the words they have heard in heaven; then the mad fit returns, and they mope and wallow like dogs! —Emerson.

In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind; but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them. —Walpole.

Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal. —Alexander Hamilton.

I considered how little man is, yet, in his own mind, how great! He is lord and master of all things, yet scarce can command anything. He is given a freedom of his will; but wherefore? Was it but to torment and perplex him the more? How little avails this freedom, if the objects he is to act upon be not as much disposed to obey as he is to command! —Burke.

Men's natures are neither white nor black, but brown. —Charles Buxton.

He is compounded of two very different ingredients, spirit and matter; but how such unallied and disproportioned substances should act upon each other, no man's learning yet could tell him. —Jeremy Collier.

Man is the highest product of his own history. The discoverer finds nothing so grand or tall as himself, nothing so valuable to him. The greatest star is at the small end of the telescope, the star that is looking, not looked after nor looked at. —Theodore Parker.

Men are but children of a larger growth; our appetites are apt to change as theirs, and full as craving, too, and full as vain. —Dryden.

Little things are great to little men. —Goldsmith.

Man himself is the crowning wonder of creation; the study of his nature the noblest study the world affords. —Gladstone.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires. —Lamartine.

Manners.– A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up to the air. —Beecher.

All manners take a tincture from our own. —Pope.

I have seen manners that make a similar impression with personal beauty, that give the like exhilaration and refine us like that; and in memorable experiences they are suddenly better than beauty, and make that superfluous and ugly. But they must be marked by fine perception, the acquaintance with real beauty. They must always show control; you shall not be facile, apologetic, or leaky, but king over your word; and every gesture and action shall indicate power at rest. They must be inspired by the good heart. There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy, and not pain, around us. —Emerson.

We perhaps never detect how much of our social demeanor is made up of artificial airs, until we see a person who is at once beautiful and simple: without the beauty, we are apt to call simplicity awkwardness. —George Eliot.

We cannot always oblige, but we can always speak obligingly. —Voltaire.

Nature is the best posture-master. —Emerson.

Good breeding consists in having no particular mark of any profession, but a general elegance of manners. —Johnson.

Men are like wine; not good before the lees of clownishness be settled. —Feltham.

The person who screams, or uses the superlative degree, or converses with heat, puts whole drawing-rooms to flight. If you wish to be loved, love measure. You must have genius or a prodigious usefulness if you will hide the want of measure. —Emerson.

We are to carry it from the hand to the heart, to improve a ceremonial nicety into a substantial duty, and the modes of civility into the realities of religion. —South.

Better were it to be unborn than to be ill-bred. —Sir W. Raleigh.

Simplicity of manner is the last attainment. Men are very long afraid of being natural, from the dread of being taken for ordinary. —Jeffrey.

Kings themselves cannot force the exquisite politeness of distance to capitulate, hid behind its shield of bronze. —Balzac.

Comport thyself in life as at a banquet. If a plate is offered thee, extend thy hand and take it moderately; if it be withdrawn, do not detain it. If it come not to thy side, make not thy desire loudly known, but wait patiently till it be offered thee. —Epictetus.

Good manners and good morals are sworn friends and firm allies. —Bartol.

The "over-formal" often impede, and sometimes frustrate, business by a dilatory, tedious, circuitous, and (what in colloquial language is called) fussy way of conducting the simplest transactions. They have been compared to a dog which cannot lie down till he has made three circuits round the spot. —Whately.

Martyrs.– Even in this world they will have their judgment-day, and their names, which went down in the dust like a gallant banner trodden in the mire, shall rise again all glorious in the sight of nations. —Mrs. Stowe.

It is not the death that makes the martyr, but the cause. —Canon Dale.

It is admirable to die the victim of one's faith; it is sad to die the dupe of one's ambition. —Lamartine.

God discovers the martyr and confessor without the trial of flames and tortures, and will hereafter entitle many to the reward of actions which they had never the opportunity of performing. —Addison.

Matrimony.– When a man and woman are married their romance ceases and their history commences. —Rochebrune.

It resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they cannot be separated; often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing any one who comes between them. —S. Smith.

Married in haste, we repent at leisure. —Congreve.

I believe marriages would in general be as happy, and often more so, if they were all made by the Lord Chancellor, upon a due consideration of the characters and circumstances, without the parties having any choice in the matter. —Johnson.

Hanging and wiving go by destiny. —Shakespeare.

The married man is like the bee that fixes his hive, augments the world, benefits the republic, and by a daily diligence, without wronging any, profits all; but he who contemns wedlock, like a wasp, wanders an offence to the world, lives upon spoil and rapine, disturbs peace, steals sweets that are none of his own, and, by robbing the hives of others, meets misery as his due reward. —Feltham.

One can, with dignity, be wife and widow but once. —Joubert.

Few natures can preserve through years the poetry of the first passionate illusion. That can alone render wedlock the seal that confirms affection, and not the mocking ceremonial that consecrates its grave. —Bulwer-Lytton.

It's hard to wive and thrive both in a year. —Tennyson.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything. —Shakespeare.

Wedlock's like wine, not properly judged of till the second glass. —Douglas Jerrold.

A good wife is like the ivy which beautifies the building to which it clings, twining its tendrils more lovingly as time converts the ancient edifice into a ruin. —Johnson.

He that marries is like the Doge who was wedded to the Adriatic. He knows not what there is in that which he marries: mayhap treasures and pearls, mayhap monsters and tempests, await him. —Heinrich Heine.

A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood. —Molière.

There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages. —Thoreau.

The love of some men for their wives is like that of Alfieri for his horse. "My attachment for him," said he, "went so far as to destroy my peace every time that he had the least ailment; but my love for him did not prevent me from fretting and chafing him whenever he did not wish to go my way." —Bovée.

No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea. —Balzac.

Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship? —George Eliot.

Mediocrity.– Mediocrity is excellent to the eyes of mediocre people. —Joubert.

Mediocrity is now, as formerly, dangerous, commonly fatal, to the poet; but among even the successful writers of prose, those who rise sensibly above it are the very rarest exceptions. —Gladstone.

Meditation.– Chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy. —Shakespeare.

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, and ask them what report they bore to heaven, and how they might have borne more welcome news. —Young.

Meditation is that exercise of the mind by which it recalls a known truth, as some kind of creatures do their food, to be ruminated upon till all vicious parts be extracted. —Bishop Horne.

Meekness.– The flower of meekness grows on a stem of grace. —J. Montgomery.

A boy was once asked what meekness was. He thought for a moment and said, "Meekness gives smooth answers to rough questions." —Mrs. Balfour.

Melancholy.– Melancholy is a fearful gift; what is it but the telescope of truth? —Byron.

A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind. —Dryden.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy. —Milton.

The noontide sun is dark, and music discord, when the heart is low. —Young.

Memory.– Memory is what makes us young or old. —Alfred de Musset.

No canvas absorbs color like memory. —Willmott.

Of all the faculties of the mind, memory is the first that flourishes, and the first that dies. —Colton.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy; but sorrow's memory is sorrow still. —Byron.

A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble. —L. E. Landon.

And fondly mourn the dear delusions gone. —Prior.

How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them? —Lessing.

In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention; it is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty. —Willmott.

Memory is the scribe of the soul. —Aristotle.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama. —George Eliot.

We must always have old memories and young hopes. —Arsène Houssaye.

They teach us to remember; why do not they teach us to forget? There is not a man living who has not, some time in his life, admitted that memory was as much of a curse as a blessing. —F. A. Durivage.

Mercy.– Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice! —Longfellow.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. —Shakespeare.

'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown. —Shakespeare.

Give money, but never lend it. Giving it only makes a man ungrateful; lending it makes him an enemy. —Dumas.

Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars, – not so sparkling and vivid as many, but dispensing a calm radiance that hallows the whole. It is the bow that rests upon the bosom of the cloud when the storm is past. It is the light that hovers above the judgment-seat. —Chapin.

We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves. —George Eliot.

Among the attributes of God, although they are all equal, mercy shines with even more brilliancy than justice. —Cervantes.

Milton.– His poetry reminds us of the miracles of Alpine scenery. Nooks and dells, beautiful as fairy land, are embosomed in its most rugged and gigantic elevations. The roses and myrtles bloom unchilled on the verge of the avalanche. —Macaulay.

Mind.– It is with diseases of the mind as with diseases of the body, we are half dead before we understand our disorder, and half cured when we do. —Colton.

The end which at present calls forth our efforts will be found when it is once gained to be only one of the means to some remoter end. The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope. —Johnson.

Minds filled with vivid, imaginative thoughts, are the most indolent in reproducing. Clear, cold, hard minds are productive. They have to retrace a very simple design. —X. Doudan.

The mind is the atmosphere of the soul. —Joubert.

What is this little, agile, precious fire, this fluttering motion which we call the mind? —Prior.

Just as a particular soil wants some one element to fertilize it, just as the body in some conditions has a kind of famine for one special food, so the mind has its wants, which do not always call for what is best, but which know themselves and are as peremptory as the salt sick sailor's call for a lemon or raw potato. —Holmes.

The best way to prove the clearness of our mind is by showing its faults; as when a stream discovers the dirt at the bottom, it convinces us of the transparency of the water. —Pope.

A mind once cultivated will not lie fallow for half an hour. —Bulwer-Lytton.

Mischief.– The opportunity to do mischief is found a hundred times a day, and that of doing good once a year. —Voltaire.

Miser.– The miser swimming in gold seems to me like a thirsty fish. —J. Petit Senn.

In all meanness there is a deficit of intellect as well as of heart, and even the cleverness of avarice is but the cunning of imbecility. —Bulwer-Lytton.

Misery.– There are a good many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at, but they are the smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples. —Holmes.

Misery is so little appertaining to our nature, and happiness so much so, that we in the same degree of illusion only lament over that which has pained us, but leave unnoticed that which has rejoiced us. —Richter.

Misfortune.– If all the misfortunes of mankind were cast into a public stock, in order to be equally distributed among the whole species, those who now think themselves the most unhappy would prefer the share they are already possessed of before that which would fall to them by such a division. —Socrates.

Depend upon it, that if a man talks of his misfortunes there is something in them that is not disagreeable to him; for where there is nothing but pure misery, there never is any recourse to the mention of it. —Johnson.

Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. Beauteous soul! when a storm approaches thee be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower. —Richter.

Our bravest lessons are not learned through success, but misadventure. —Alcott.

There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room. —George Eliot.

Men shut their doors against the setting sun. —Shakespeare.

He that is down needs fear no fall. —Bunyan.

Moderation.– Till men have been some time free, they know not how to use their freedom. The natives of wine countries are generally sober. In climates where wine is a rarity intemperance abounds. A newly liberated people may be compared to a Northern army encamped on the Rhine or the Xeres. It is said that, when soldiers in such a situation first find themselves able to indulge without restraint in such a rare and expensive luxury, nothing is to be seen but intoxication. Soon, however, plenty teaches discretion; and after wine has been for a few months their daily fare, they become more temperate than they had ever been in their own country. In the same manner, the final and permanent fruits of liberty are wisdom, moderation, and mercy. —Macaulay.

The superior man wishes to be slow in his words, and earnest in his conduct. —Confucius.

Let a man take time enough for the most trivial deed, though it be but the paring of his nails. The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion; as if the short spring days were an eternity. —Thoreau.

It is a little stream which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course. —Madame Swetchine.

Modesty.– False modesty is the last refinement of vanity. It is a lie. —Bruyère.

The first of all virtues is innocence; the next is modesty. If we banish Modesty out of the world, she carries away with her half the virtue that is in it. —Addison.

He of his port was meek as is a maid. —Chaucer.

Modesty is the lowest of the virtues, and is a confession of the deficiency it indicates. He who undervalues himself is justly undervalued by others. —Hazlitt.

Modesty, who, when she goes, is gone forever. —Landor.

Modesty is the conscience of the body. —Balzac.

There are as many kinds of modesty as there are races. To the English woman it is a duty; to the French woman a propriety. —Taine.

Virtue which shuns the day. —Addison.

Modesty and the dew love the shade. Each shine in the open day only to be exhaled to heaven. —J. Petit Senn.

Modesty is still a provocation. —Poincelot.

Modesty is the chastity of merit, the virginity of noble souls. —E. de Girardin.

Money.– Wisdom, knowledge, power – all combined. —Byron.

Oh, what a world of vile ill-favored faults looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! —Shakespeare.

It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow of the field, just as well as under a pile of money. —Hawthorne.

If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some; for he that goes a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing. —Franklin.

Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can. —Wesley.

The avaricious love of gain, which is so feelingly deplored, appears to us a principle which, in able hands, might be guided to the most salutary purposes. The object is to encourage the love of labor, which is best encouraged by the love of money. —Sydney Smith.

Ready money is Aladdin's lamp. —Byron.

Money does all things; for it gives and it takes away, it makes honest men and knaves, fools and philosophers; and so forward, mutatis mutandis, to the end of the chapter. —L'Estrange.

Mammon is the largest slave-holder in the world. —Fred. Saunders.

But for money and the need of it, there would not be half the friendship in the world. It is powerful for good if divinely used. Give it plenty of air and it is sweet as the hawthorn; shut it up and it cankers and breeds worms. —George MacDonald.

Money, the life-blood of the nation. —Swift.

Moon.– The silver empress of the night. —Tickell.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. —Shakespeare.

Mysterious veil of brightness made. —Butler.

Cynthia, fair regent of the night. —Gay.

The maiden moon in her mantle of blue. —Joaquin Miller.

Morals.– Every age and every nation has certain characteristic vices, which prevail almost universally, which scarcely any person scruples to avow, and which even rigid moralists but faintly censure. Succeeding generations change the fashion of their morals with the fashion of their hats and their coaches; take some other kind of wickedness under their patronage, and wonder at the depravity of their ancestors. —Macaulay.

We like the expression of Raphael's faces without an edict to enforce it. I do not see why there should not be a taste in morals formed on the same principle. —Hazlitt.

Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something. —Thoreau.

Morning.– Vanished night, shot through with orient beams. —Milton.

The dewy morn, with breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom. —Byron.

Jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top. —Shakespeare.

When the glad sun, exulting in his might, comes from the dusky-curtained tents of night. —Emma C. Embury.

The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat awake the god of day. —Shakespeare.

Its brightness, mighty divinity! has a fleeting empire over the day, giving gladness to the fields, color to the flowers, the season of the loves, harmonious hour of wakening birds. —Calderon.

Temperate as the morn. —Shakespeare.

I was always an early riser. Happy the man who is! Every morning day comes to him with a virgin's love, full of bloom and freshness. The youth of nature is contagious, like the gladness of a happy child. —Bulwer-Lytton.

Mother.– Children, look in those eyes, listen to that dear voice, notice the feeling of even a single touch that is bestowed upon you by that gentle hand! Make much of it while yet you have that most precious of all good gifts, a loving mother. Read the unfathomable love of those eyes; the kind anxiety of that tone and look, however slight your pain. In after life you may have friends, fond, dear friends, but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you which none but a mother bestows. —Macaulay.