Thoze who have once tasted the joys ov Humility will tell yu that it iz the sweetest cup their Heavenly Father ever held to their lips.
INK BRATS.
I thank Heaven for one thing, that thare iz not in this wide world a human, or inhuman being, that i would not rather help than hurt. I find this sentiment in mi conscience, or i wouldn’t dare claim it, and i kno mi own conscience better than enny boddy else duz.
Better lend yure dimes tew a stranger than yure affeckshuns. Better lend yure dollars to enny boddy than yure dolors. Silence iz venerable; if thare iz enny thing older than the Creator, it must hav bin silence.
The buty ov gratitude iz that a beggar kan be az grateful az a prince, and the power ov gratitude iz that “I thank you,” makes the beggar equal tew the prince. A good conscience iz the best friend we kan hav, and a bad one the worst, becauze it never deserts us.
Put not oph till to-morrow what can be enjoyed to-day.
Marrid life iz too often like a game ov checkers—the grate struggle iz tew git into the king row.
Fear makes evry thing and evry body masters over us; it iz the wust slavery thare iz.
How common it iz tew see folks laff vividly without meaning enny thing; this i kall heat lightning.
I say, owe no man; owing iz but little better than stealing.