The Philosopher

The fttculty of enjoyment changes. but never ejqjires. Evil and night have been partners f rom the beginuing. Tliere is nothing modern in the world's 'ove of aiover. Time and patienee are good angels to the injustly accused. Similarir.y is lavv, and the law of nature n the will oL God. There is no enigma to us like him who is broadly our antipodes in moral being. Time has a medicine for almost every ailnient o{ the miad, every distemper of the soul. Nothing so becomes a womanas care where words may be the occasion of mischief. Oíd people are always forgetting they cannot ïiiake young people old like themselves. There is nothing stranger than how small a cause suffices us to set man against man, life or death. The beggar polishes his crutch for the same reason the king gilds his throne - it belongs to liin. Though one be rich, or great, or superior in his calling, wherein is the profit if he have lost his love? Tomorrow may be long coming, but they keep coming. Time is a mili, aud tomorrows are bat the dust of its grinding. There is nothiiig comes to us, whether in childhood or age, so crushing as a sense of isolation.- General Lew V allace in "The Princeof India." How many there are who spend their youth yearuiug aud Cghtiug to write their names in hlstory, then spend their old age shuddering to read them.