836 GEMS FOR THE FIRESIDE. Is there not a soul beyond utterance, half I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to be nymph, half child, in those delicate lieve petals which glow and breathe about the The bosom of a friend will hold a secret, centres of deep color? (George Eliot. Mine own could not contain. Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, TRUTH. (Massinger. For each thy name denoteth, Passion-flower! O, while you live, tell truth; and shame the O no! thy pure corolla's depth within We trace a holier symbol; yea, a sign dower. Cancelled that curse which was our mortal And which, once circling in its placid round, Not all the tumult of the earth can shake. (Lowell. 'Tis strange-but true; for truth is always strange, It is the Cross ! (Sir Aubrey de Vere. No spicy fragrance while they grow, (Goldsmith. Woo on, with odor wooing me, (George MacDonald. TRUST. To be trusted is a greater compliment than to Better trust all and be deceived, Stranger than fiction. (Byron. But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply. O Truth is easy, and the light shines clear True as the dial to the sun, Had blessed one's life with true believing. Where doubt, there truth is—'tis her shadow. (Frances Anne Kemble. He who betrays the secret of his friend be- reverence. (Bailey. Truth comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Si- In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the LIVING THOUGHTS OF GREAT THINKERS. 837 He is the free-man whom the truth makes The fool is happy that he knows no more. (Menander. There have been men who could play delight- If a man empties his purse into his head, no ful music on one string of the violin, but there never was a man who could produce the harmonies of heaven in his soul by a one-stringed virtue. (Chapin. Recommend to your children virtue; that A life of knowledge is not often a life of in alone can make happy; not gold. (Beethoven. Virtue maketh men on the earth famous, in their graves illustrious, in the heavens immortal. (Child. WISDOM. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. (Tennyson. A little learning is a dangerous thing; (Sam'l Johnson. In heads replete with thoughts of other men; (Cowper. Knowledge is, indeed, that which, next to virtue, truly and essentially raises one (Addison. man above another. jury and crime. (Sydney Smith. Tell (if you can) what is it to be wise? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all other's faults, and feel our own. (Pope. To know thyself-in others self discern; Would'st thou know others? read thyselfand learn! (Schiller. Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still. (Young. Nothing is more terrible than active igno(Goethe. Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. (Pope. rance. WOMAN. O, woman! in our hours of ease, By the light quivering aspen made: Learning passes for wisdom among those who Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave. want both. (Sir W. Temple. (Barrett 838 GEMS FOR THE FIRESIDE. But one upon Earth is more beautiful and A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleabetter than the wife-that is the mother. sure. With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high (Tupper. (Wordsworth. Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, When the rich casket shone in bright array, These are my jewels!" Well of such as he, When Jesus spake, well might the language be, "Suffer these little ones to come to me!" Standing with reluctant feet, (Rogers. (Longfellow. Be wise with speed, A fool at forty is a fool indeed. (Young. Years follow'ng years, steal something ev'ry day; At last they steal us from ourselves away, (Pope. Dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, Comes easy to him, and though he trip and 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. (Campbell. fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. It is difficult to grow old gracefully. (Madame de Staël. The youth of the soul is everlasting and (Richter. eternity is youth. Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the brusk. (George McDonald. (Longfellow. Life's shadows are meeting Eternity's day. (James G. Clarke. How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams |