sunbeam from its grave, and send it forth to run perchance a long cycle of changes, ere again it rests in such peace as that we have dragged it from.

Sunrise.

You have heard of what is called "the Creation." How should you like to have been there? Perhaps you would like to see one for yourself? Get up, for once, before daylight; watch the coming forth of the sun. bursting upon you from the darkness, and again, if you like.

Sunset.

See a new world then go to bed

Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west;
The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light,
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

Shakespere.

– Beautiful is the dying of the great sun, when the last song of the bird fades into the lap of silence; when the islands of the clouds are bathed in light, and the first star springs up over the grave of day.

Swearing.

Soldier, so careful of your sovereign's fame,
Why so profuse of a superior name?

For the Queen's sake the brunt of battle bear,
But for the King of kings' sake-do not swear.

- An oath from the lips of a woman is unnatural and discreditable; a bullet might as soon be expected from a rose-bud.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme
Rudely appeal'd to on each trifling theme.

Maintain your rank, vulgarity despise ;
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.
You would not swear upon a bed of death;
Reflect-your Maker now could stop your breath.

Sword.

The pen with which the history of the world has been written.

Sword and Pen.

Men in the olden time won glory by the steel that flashed in their hands amid the smoke and din of battle. Men in the present day control nations and win battles by the steel they handle in the quiet of their libraries; the former was the sword of steel, the latter the steel pen.

Sympathy.

It is only from those who have themselves suffered that we may expect sympathy or consolation in distress. A heart that has bled for its own can seldom be hardened to another's

woe.

Sympathy of a Child.

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 greatest pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it, or knowing its value. A child cannot understand you, you think; speak to it of the holy things of your religion; of your grief for the loss of a friend; of your love for some one you fear will not love in return; it will take, it is true, no measure of soundings of your thought; it will not judge how much you should believe; whether your grief is rational in proportion to your loss; whether you are worthy or fit to attract the love which you seek; but its whole soul will incline to yours, and engraft itself, as it were, on the feeling which is your feeling for the hour.-Hon. Mrs. Norton.

Tact.

Tact is the essence of worldly experience, drawn out by sharp discrimination and rapidly exercised judgment. It is a high polish produced on the surface of a man's character by constant friction with the world. It has the glibest of tongues, the sharpest of eyes, and the quickest of comprehensions. It is never confounded, never at a stand-still, never idle. It acts while others think, performs while others plan, has finished before others begin. It is always prepared for emergencies, and is never daunted by difficulties. For this reason it puts off creditors with an air that pleases them nearly as well as payment, and breaks promises so gracefully, that they are almost as much honoured in the breach as in the observance. It is the readiest of ready reckoners; for its mistakes are so readily glossed over, that they are seldom detected; its errors made to appear like correctness-its lies to seem truer than truth. Tact does everything promptly, and nothing out of place. It seizes the exact minute when to pay visits, and when to take leave; when to condole, when to congratulate; when to laugh, when to weep; when to jest, and when to moralize; when to be angry, and when to be cool.

Tact and Talent.

Talent is something, but tact is everything. Talent is serious, sober, grave, and respectable; tact is all that, and more too. It is not a sixth sense, but it is the life of all the five. It is the open eye, the quick ear, the judging taste, the keen smell, and the lively touch: it is the interpreter of all riddles, the surmounter of all difficulties, the remover of all obstacles. It is useful in all places and at all times. It is useful in solitude, for it shows a man his way into the world; it is useful in society, for it shows him his way through the world. Talent is power-tact is skill:

talent is weight-tact is momentum : talent knows what to do-tact knows how to do it: talent makes a man respectable -tact makes him respected: talent is wealth-tact is ready money talent calculates clearly, reasons logically, utters its oracles with weight-tact refutes without contradicting; wins the profound; and, without wisdom, gains the wise. For all the practical purposes of life tact carries it against talent-ten to one.

Talent and Genius.

Talent convinces-Genius but excites;
This tasks the reason, that the soul delights.
Talent from sober judgment takes its birth,
And reconciles the pinion to the earth;
Genius unsettles with desires the mind,
Contented not till earth be left behind;
Talent, the sunshine on a cultured soil,
Ripens the fruit, by slow degrees, for toil.
Genius, the sudden Iris of the skies,
On cloud itself reflects its numerous dyes :
And to the earth, in tears and glory given,
Clasps, in its airy arch, the pomp of heaven!
Talent gives all that vulgar critics need--

From its plain horn-book learns the dull to read :
Genius, the Pythian of the Beautiful,

Leaves its large truths a riddle to the Dull

From eyes profane a veil the Isis screens,

And fools on fools still ask-"what Hamlet means?"

Calking.

Bulwer.

The best rules to form a young man are, to talk little, to hear much, to reflect alone upon what has passed in company, to distrust one's own opinions, and value others who deserve it.-Sir W. Temple.

Taration.

Taxation on the necessaries of life is a curse equal to the barrenness of the earth and the inclemency of the weather. -Adam Smith.

A Quaker, seeing a collector of taxes enter his doors, received him in a very friendly manner, and, as he was just going to dinner, requested his visitor to partake of his fare. The guest consented. After dinner, pipes were called for, and the collector, enjoying the fume, asssured his entertainer of his esteem, but took the liberty of hinting that it was now time to proceed to business, which drew forth the following remarks :-"Friend, I received thee as a Christian and a man. On thy entry I gave thee a peace offering, for I shook hands with thee; at dinner I gave thee a meat offering, and afterwards a burnt offering; and now, friend,” added he, placing his elbow to his visitor's side, "I give thee a heave offering," and, without further ceremony, pushed him from his dwelling.

When friendship or love our sympathies move,
When truth in a glance should appear;
The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a tear.

Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation or fear;

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimmed for a time with a tear.

Mild charity's glow to us mortals below
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt where this virtue is felt,

And its dew is diffused in a tear.

The man doomed to sail with the blast of the gale,*

Through billows Atlantic to steer;

As he bends o'er the wave which may soon be his grave, The green sparkles bright with a tear.

The soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath

In glory's romantic career;

But he raises the foe, when in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a tear.