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Master of human destinies am I.
Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait,
Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate
Deserts and seas remote, and, passing by
Hovel, and mart, and palace, soon or late
I knock unbidden once at every gate!
If sleeping, wake—if feasting, rise before

I turn away. It is the hour of fate,
And they who follow me reach every state
Mortals desire, and conquer every foe
Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury and woe,
Seek me in vain and uselessly implore,
I answer not, and I return no more.

John J. Ingalls.


Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Let the water and the blood
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure.
Save from guilt and make me pure.

Could my tears forever flow;
Could my zeal no languor know;
These for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling
Naked, come to Thee for dress,
Helpless, look to Thee for grace.
Foul, I to the Fountain fly,
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death.
When I rise to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Augustus M. Toplady.


Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle.

Michael Angelo.
This above all: To thine own self be true,
And it must follow as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Shakespeare Therefore I say unto you. What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.

Mark ri: 24.

The word "success" appears but once in the Bible, in the following verse:

This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.

Joshua i: 8.




Wait not till the little hands are at rest

Ere you fill them full of flowers;
Wait not for the crowning tuberose

To make sweet the last sad hours;
But while in the busy household band
Your darlings still need your guiding hanc

Oh, fill their lives with sweetness!
Wait not till the little hearts are still

For the loving look of praise;
But while you gently chide a fault,

The good deed kindly praise.
The word you would speak beside the bier
Falls sweeter far on the living ear:

Oh, fill young lives with sweetness!
Ah, what are kisses on clay-cold lips

To the rosy mouth we press,
When our wee one Aies to her mother's arms

For love's tenderest caress!
Let never a worldly babble keep
Your heart from the joy each day should reap,

Circling young lives with sweetness.


Give thanks each morn for the sturdy boys,

Give thanks for the fairy girls;
With a dower of wealth like this at home,

Would you rifle the earth for pearls ?
Wait not for Death to gem Love's crown,
But daily shower life's blessings down,

And fill young hearts with sweetness.

Remember the homes where the light has fled,

Where the rose has faded away
And the love that glows in youthful hearts,

Oh, cherish it while you may!
And make your home a garden of flowers,
Where joy shall bloom through childhood's hours,

And fill young hearts with sweetness.


On this happy Christmas morning, let none forget mother; be she ever so far away, let some tribute of love be sent her. Honor dear old mother. Time has scattered the snowy flakes on her brow, plowed deep furrows on her cheek -but is she not beautiful now? The lips are thin and shrunken, but these are the lips that have kissed many a hot tear from childish cheeks and they are the sweetest cheeks and lips in the world. The eye is dim, yet it glows with the soft radiance of holy love which can never fade. The sands of life are nearly run out, but feeble as she is, she will go further and reach down lower for you than anyone else upon earth. When the world shall despise and forsake you, when it leaves you by the wayside to die, unnoticed, the dear old mother will gather you up in her feeble arms

and carry you home and tell you of all your virtues until you almost forget that your soul is disfigured by vices. Love her dearly and cheer her declining years with tender devotion.



The following poem was discovered by Mr. George Morgan, of the banking firm of Morgan, Drexel & Co., in a country newspaper. He carried it in his pocket for five years, occasionally reading it to his friends. Inquiries for copies of it were so frequent that he finally had it printed for distribution.

If you have a friend worth loving,

Love him. Yes, and let him know
That you love him, ere life's evening

Tinge his brow with sunset glow.
Why should good words ne'er be said
Of a friend-till he is dead ?

If you hear a song that thrills you,

Sung by any child of song,
Praise it. Do not let the singer

Wait deserved praises long.
Why should one who thrills your heart
Lack the joy you may impart ?

If you hear a prayer that moves you

By its humble, pleading tone,
Join it. Do not let the seeker

Bow before his God alone.
Why should not your brother share
The strength of two or three" in prayer?

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