EACH AND ALL.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down;

The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon

Stops his horse, and lists with delight,

Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;

Nor knowest thou what argument

Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.

All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.

-Emerson.

Home is everywhere to thee,
Who canst thine own dwelling be.

-Joseph Beaumont.

In the sublimest flights of the soul, rectitude is never surmounted, love is never outgrown.

-Emerson.

Our to-days make our to-morrows, and our present lives determine the grade on which we must enter any next life. -Minot J. Savage.

What man is there whom contact with a great soul will not exalt? A drop of water upon the petal of a lotus glistens with the splendors of the pearl.

Of nothing can we be more sure than this: that, if we cannot sanctify our present lot, we could sanctify no other.

-Hindu.

"To see the spider sit and spin
Shut with her web of silver in,
You'd never, never, never guess
The way she gets her dinner."

-Martineau.

Some days must needs be full of gloom,

Yet must we use them as we may; Talk less about the years to come,

Give love, and labor more, to-day.

What our hand findeth, do with might;
Ask less for help, but stand or fall,
Each one of us in life's great fight,
As if himself and God were all.

-Alice Cary.

Nature never did betray

The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee; and, in after years,
When these wild ecstacies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling place

For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,

Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these my exhortations!

-Wordsworth.

All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.

-Emerson.

The most dangerous flattery is the inferiority of those who surround us. -Madame Swetchine.

Reverence the highest, have patience with the lowest. Are the stars too distant, pick up the pebble that lies at thy feet. -Margaret Fuller.

One adequate support
For the calamities of mortal life
Exists, one only:-an assured belief
That the procession of our fate, howe'er
Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being
Of infinite benevolence and power;
Whose everlasting purposes embrace
All accidents, converting them to good.

-Wordsworth.