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The agitation of thought is the beginning of truth. The best way to condemn bad traits is by practising good ones. Always leave home with loving words, f or they may be the last. I am a man, and nothing that concerns human beings is indifferent to me. - [Terence. Sensible men show their good sense by saying much in a few words. False f riendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports. - [Burton. He makes a lady but a poor recompense who marries her because he has kept her company long after his affection is estranged. Does he not rather increase the injury ? - [Shenstone. We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression; the heart of a wise man should resemble a mirror, which reflects every object without being sullied by any. - [Confucius. Mere immensity of size always astounds; but our wonder at the ast results accomplished by comparatively slight means remains the longest with us. It is not what people eat but what they digest that makes them strong. It a wk "luit clij in (net llnj save that makes them rich. It is not what they read but what they mentally digest that makes them learned. It is not what they profess but what they practise that makes them righteous. A refactory Irishman in jail named Dennis McGinnis, refused to work. The keeper said to him: "McGinnis, y ou go to work or to the pump," "Niver," replied the Iriahman. A second time the keeper ordered McGinnis to go to work, but he refused to budge an inch. "Xow for the last time, McGinnis," exclaimed the keeper, "you go to work or to the pump." "Niver, sir," said McGinnis, strightening up to the f uil dignity of a man, "Begad, sir, 111 lave the jail flrst." Happiness. - No person ever lived who, at all times, had everything he desired; but it is generally said that the nearer a person is supplied with all he desires, the happier he is. Perfect hppiness, according to this standard, would therefore be when a man has everything his heart desires. And to attain this perfection it would, of course, be the same whether he would contract his wants within the supply, or expend the supply to cover all the wants. But, unfortunately, the wants of man geuerally increase with the supply, always keeping far in advance of it. Henee happiness is like "Willo'-the-wisp," always ahead of vis. ESTHETICS OF THE DlNNER TABLE . - ïhere is a great lack of minor refined habits in some places - especially in the arrangement of the table. Setting a table is pre-eminently a lady's work. It ehould not be left to any frowsy Gretchen, or blundering Biddy, or shiftless Dinah. A woman, with any of the instincts of a lady, however dormant, ought to want to see her table beautiful, and attend to it herself, or give her girl special training in this department. Country housekeepers, alas ! while too solicitous of the stance, often completely ignore the svmbol. In most cases their cloths are clean, - usually in some districts that is all. They are often wrinkled, frequently, there are no napkins, the glnss is dingy, the knives unpolislied, the food arrayed more as regareis quantity than appearance, and altogether, to sit at such a board long, would effectually check any attempt to rise above tlio gross materiality of the subject. There is scarcely a woman who in her secret wbat cause you have to hope. Your men and boys all go to the pump and splash themselves plentifully with water as though by instinct. If they knew that you sincerely desired it, they would "soon form the habit of taking just a minute or two more to arrange their toilets. It is pretty safe to say that if the table invariably presented an exquisite appearance for two weeks, they would be sorry to see a eelapse the third. You may not be able to reform the food itself, - but the cessories, with patience, you may. - llural New-Yorker. A San Francisco woman wrote to the Post, "My husband knocks me down with a chair or something every few hours, and last week locked me up in the cellar while he went Bhooting. When he returned, after íive days' absence, he released mejwiththc remarle, 'GreatScott, ain't you dead yet?" Yesterday I detected him putting arsenic inmytea. What shall I do about it? To whichthe Post replied, "You must win your husband by kindness. Iliding behind the door or under the bed will only make him worse. Plait your hair like a trunk handle, so that he can drag you around the tloor more easily, and work him a satin-quilted clubholder to hang on the bed post. The great thing is the proud consciousness of having perf ormed your duty. Do this, and all will be well in ten or fifteen years."


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