A MOSAIC FOR US ALL. JOG on, jog on, the foot-path road, And merrily trip the stile-a; Your sad one tires in a mile-a. Old Song. DON'T cross the bridge till you come to it, Is a proverb old, and of excellent wit. H. W. Longfellow. ANI ND when the road forks ary side, J. P. Hebel-German Burns. EEK not to know SEEK What pleaseth Heaven to hide; Dark is the abyss of time, But light enough to guide our souls is given; Turn never from the path of truth aside, L ET this thought quicken thee, Minds that are great and free Should not on fortune pause; 'Tis crowne enough to virtue still, her owne applause. Ben Jonson's Ode to Himself. VOLETE aver molti in aiuto? fate di non averne bisogno! Manzoni, A MOSAIC FOR US ALL. 217 E see so darkly into futurity, we never know when we WE have real cause to rejoice or lament. ances have often happy consequences, as the best lead many times into the greatest misfortunes. M. W. Montague. TWO things there are, indicative of a weak mind; to be silent when it is proper to speak, and to speak when it is proper to be silent. Persian Sage. ARE head and heart confused and sore, What better wouldst thou have? Who loves no more, and hopes no more, DOUCEUR plus fait que violence. Goethe. E who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has HE everything. Arabian Proverb. BE E still, sad heart, and cease repining, H. W. Longfellow. |