January 24th.

By Nature tuned,

And constant disposition of his thoughts,
To sympathy with man, he was alive.
To all that was enjoyed where'er he went,
And all that was endured,

Wordsworth.

HEROIC deeds of toil are to be done,
And lofty palms of peace are to be won;
Life may be followed by a fame that rings.
With nobler music than the battle sings.

January 25th.

THIS world is all too sad for tears,
I would not weep, not I,

But smile along my life's short road,

Until I, smiling, die.

The little flowers breathe sweetness out

Through all the dewy night;

Should I more churlish be than they,

And 'plain for constant light?

Gerald Massey.

Sarah Williams.

FOR thee, she will thy every dwelling grace,
And make "a sunshine in a shady place."

Keats.

January 26th,

WITH his sweet cadences of woven words,

He made their rude untutored hearts to burn,
And melt like gold refined. No brooding birds.
Sing better of the love that doth sojourn
Hid in the nest of home.

OH! keep my memory for ever green,
All hung with the immortelles of thy love.

Jean Ingelow.

II. G. Wilis.

January 27th.

OH! what a glory does this world put on,
For him who with a fervent heart goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent.

BECAUSE the way is rough and long,
Shall we despise the skylark's song,

That cheers the wanderer's way?
Or trample down, with reckless feet,
The smiling flowerets, bright and sweet,
Because they soon decay?

No! while we journey on our way,
We'll smile on every lovely thing;
And ever, as they pass away,
To Memory and Hope we'll cling.

January 28th.

A SWEET attractive kind of grace,
A full assurance given by lookes;
Continual comfort in a face,

The lineaments of gospel bookes.

OH! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.

OH! sweet the sight
Of his dear native land, to him who brings
A brow, with honours laden, back to it.

January 29th.

THERE WAS a soft and pensive grace,
A cast of thought upon her face,
That suited well the forehead high,

The eyelash dark and downcast eye.
The mild expression spoke a mind
In duty firm, composed, resign'd.

O! FRIENDS whose hearts still keep their prime,
Whose bright example warms and cheers;

Ye teach us how to smile at Time,

And set to music all his years!

Longfellow.

Acton Beil.

E. Spenser.

Pote.

Sheridan Knowles.

Walter Scott.

Whittier.

January 28th.

January 29th.

January 31st.