FAITH iz the rite bower ov Hope. If it wan't for faith, thare would be no living in this world. We couldn't even eat hash with enny safety if it wan't for faith.

Faith iz one ov them warriors who don't kno when she iz whipped.

A GOOD HINT.

ALWAYS do as the sun does, look at the bright side of every thing it is just as cheap, and three times as good for digestion. Do it — if you can.

LIGHT-ENCHANTED sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendor!

Shelley.

PLEASURE is very seldom found where it is sought our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. The flowers which scatter their odors from time to time in the paths of life grow up without culture, from seeds scattered by chance. Samuel Johnson.

I THINK it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of mothers shall occasionally be visited on the children, as well as the sins of their fathers.

Dickens.

GOOD manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

Emerson.

MODERATION is the silken string running through the

pearl chain of all virtues.

Thomas Fuller.

BUTTERCUP nodded, and said "good-by;"
Clover and daisy went off together;

But the fragrant water-lilies lie

Yet moored in the golden August weather.

Celia Thaxter.

SOME folks think that their personal importance fills a large space in the public eye, when it is all in their

own.

G. D. Prentice.

THE Lord gets his best soldiers out of the highlands of Affliction.

Spurgeon.

No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting.

Lady Mary Montagu.

"O DREARY life!" we cry, "O dreary life !" And still the generations of the birds

Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife

With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle. Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land: savannah-swards
Unweary sweep: hills watch, unworn; and rife
Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest-trees,
To show above the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory. O thou God of old!

Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these;
But so much patience as a blade of grass

Grows by contented through the heat and cold.

Mrs. Browning.

IN the latter part of August we begin to mark the approaching footsteps of Autumn.

Already do I hear at nightfall the chirping of the cicadas, whose notes are at the same time the harvesthymn of Nature, and a dirge over the departure of the flowers.

I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,
Wherever thou art hid,

Thou testy little dogmatist,

Thou pretty Katydid!

Holmes.

It seems no more than right that men should seize Time by the forelock, for the rude old fellow sooner or later pulls all their hair out.