For the mist, if it comes, and the weeping rain
Will be changed by the love into sunshine again.—George MacDonald.
In Praise of Work.—Work drives away depression, whets the appetite for food, invites sleep, promotes digestion, strengthens the muscles and sinews, gives free circulation to the blood, stimulates the intellectual faculties, provides the comforts of life, develops all the powers which it brings into exercise, transforms stupid ignorance into brilliant genius, fills the world with works of art and literature, and develops the resources of nature. Nothing can stand before work.
Well Named.
Bainbridge: “I know why they are called fugitive poems.”
Goldsborough: “Why?”
Bainbridge: “Because the author had to run for his life.”
Be Wise To-day.—“Dear young friends,” says a popular preacher of the present day, “begin right. You will never find it so easy to make any decisive step as just now. You will get less and less flexible as you grow older. You will get set in your ways. Habits will twine their tendrils round you and hinder your free movement. The truths of the Gospel will become commonplace by familiarity. Associations and companions will get more and more powerful, and you will stiffen as a tree trunk becomes stiffened with the growth of years. Be wise to-day.”
Printers’ Errors.
In the early half of the present century it was announced in a London newspaper that “Sir Robert Peel, with a party of fiends, was shooting peasants in Ireland,” whereas the Minister and his friends were only indulging in the comparatively harmless amusement of pheasant-shooting.