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--_Shakespeare._
1863
When the sun s.h.i.+nes on you you see your friends.
1864
Sundays observe: think when the bells do chime, 'Tis angel's music; therefore come not late.
--_George Herbert._
1865
FOR LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS TO KNOW.
A boy of twelve, said to his little companion: "Do you know why Sunday was inst.i.tuted from the seventh to the first day of the week." "No, I don't," replied the little boy, "I wish you would tell me." "Well, I will, and I know it is true, for my father told me: It was inst.i.tuted from Sat.u.r.day to Sunday in remembrance of Christ's resurrection from the dead on the first day of the week."
--_Belhaven._
1866
The ways of superiors, are generally carried by inferiors, to excess.
1867
It is easy to swim when another holds up your head.
--_From the Danish._
1868
Sympathy is the golden key that unlocks the hearts of others.
--_S. Smith._
1869
A GOOD TEST.
A respectable merchant of London having become embarra.s.sed in his circ.u.mstances, and his misfortunes being one day the subject of conversation in the Royal Exchange, several persons expressed the great sympathy they felt for him; whereupon a foreigner who was present, said, "I feel five hundred pounds for him; what do _you_ feel?"
1870
A clasp of hands will oft reveal A sympathy that makes us feel Ourselves again; we lose our care: And in our heart's first glad rebound At tender sympathy new found, The world once more seems bright and fair.
1871
I LAY IN SORROW, DEEP DISTRESSED.
I lay in sorrow, deep distressed: My grief a proud man heard; His looks were cold, he gave me gold, But not a kindly word.
My sorrow pa.s.sed,--I paid him back The gold he gave to me; Then stood erect and spoke my thanks, And blessed his charity.
I lay in want, in grief and pain: A poor man pa.s.sed my way; He bound my head, he gave me bread, He watched me night and day.
How shall I pay him back again, For all he did to me?
Oh, gold is great, but greater far Is Heavenly Sympathy.
--_Charles Mackay._
1872
The human heart sighs for sympathy and solace, in the dark hour of suffering and sorrow.
--_Rev. Thos. M. McConnell._
1873
These two complain, but no one sympathizes with them: He who lends money without witnesses; And he who is lorded over by his wife.
--_The Talmud._
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1874
For him who does everything in its proper time, one day is worth three.
1875
There is nothing like addressing men at the proper time.
1876