Things will work to ends the slaves o' the world
Do never dream of.
Wordsworth.

The Borderers (Oswald),
Act II.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies ;
And they are fools who roam :
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut,—our home.
-N. Cotton. The Fireside, St. 3.

Strongest minds

Are often those of whom the noisy world
Hears least.

-Wordsworth.

The Excursion.
Wanderer, Bk. I.

The

Trust not the world, for it never payeth that it promiseth.

-St. Augustine.

A good man and a wise man may at times be angry with the world, at times grieved for it; but be sure no man was ever discontented with the world who did his duty in it.

-Southey.

The world is all title-page without contents.

-Young.

Once kick the world, and the world and you live together at a reasonable good understanding. —Swift.

The great see the world at one end by flattery, the little at the other end by neglect; the meanness which both discover is the same; but how different, alas! are the mediums through which it is seen!

-Lord Greville.

Whoever has seen the masked at a ball dance amicably together, and take hold of hands without knowing each other, leaving the next moment to meet no more, can form an idea of the world. -Vauvenargues.

The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful, her conclusion is horrible, her judge is terrible, and her judgment is intolerable.

-Quarles.

CHILDHOOD.

O Happy Childhood, free from taint of sin!
O Heart of Childhood, beating strong within!
Experience not yet boastful of its power,
No sorrow deeper than the passing hour,
Bequeaths to memory's page a draught sublime
Of which we quaff along the paths of Time.
Too soon we love to linger o'er the past
And live again through dreams too sweet to last.

-J. C. H.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought-what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! The man who never tried the companionship of a little child has carelessly passed by one of the great pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it or knowing its value.

-Mrs. Norton.

They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise ;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses;
His glory still gleams in their eyes.

Oh, those truants from home and from heaven,
They have made me more manly and mild
And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.

-Dickens.

The smallest children are nearest to God, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun.

-Richter.

I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.

-Dickens.

If a boy is not trained to endure and to bear trouble, he will grow up a girl; and a boy that is a girl has all a girl's weakness without any of her regal qualities. A woman made out of a woman is God's noblest work; a woman made out of a man is His meanest.

-Beecher.

Children are the keys of Paradise.

* * * They alone are good and wise, Because their thoughts, their very lives are

prayer.

-Stoddard.

Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself,
Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys,
And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge ;
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
-Milton. Paradise Regained, Bk. IV.,
line 327.

Virtue best loves those children that she beats. -Herrick. Hesperides, 822.

Dreams;

Which are the children of an idle brain Begot of nothing but vain phantasy. -Shakspere. Romeo and Juliet (Mercutio), Act I., Sc. IV.

Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites are apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain.
-Dryden. All For Love, Act IV., Sc. I.

Unruly children make their sire stoop.
-Shakspere. Richard II. (Gardener),
Act III., Sc. IV.

(We need love's tender lesson taught
As only weakness can ;)
God hath His small interpreters ;
The child must teach the man.

- Whittier. A Mystery.

Love feasts on toys,

For Cupid is a child.
-Ford.

The Broken Heart (Nearchus),
Act IV., Sc. I.

The plays of natural lively children are the infancy of art. Children live in a world of imagination and feeling. They invest the most insignificant object with any form they please and see in it whatever they wish to see.

-Oehlenschläger.