--Thomas Carlyle.

What doctor possesses such curative resources as those latent in a
single ray of hope? The mainspring of life is in the heart. Joy is
the vital air of the soul, and grief is a kind of asthma complicated
by atony.

--Amiel.

I will sing unto Jehovah as long as I live:
I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.

--Psalm 104. 33.

Loving Father, restore the spirit of gentleness and meekness if it may
be withered within me, that I may be contented. May I make it a habit
to be happy over my work and cheerful about my duties. May I never
lose the view of the glory of thy kingdom. Amen.

NOVEMBER FIFTEENTH

William Pitt, Earl of Chatham, born 1708.

William Cowper born 1731.

Sir William Herschel born 1738.

Johann Lavater born 1741.

Richard Henry Dana born 1787.

Ida Tarbell born 1857.

The parting sun sends out a glow
Across the placid bay,
Touching with glory all the show--
A breeze! Up helm! Away!

Careening to the wind, they reach,
With laugh and call, the shore.
They've left their footprints on the beach,
But them I hear no more.

--Richard Henry Dana.

Art little? Do thy little well:
And for thy comfort know
The great can do their greatest work
No better than just so.

--Goethe.

But be thou an ensample to them that believe, in word, in manner of
life, in love, in faith, in purity.

--1 Timothy 4. 12.

Lord God, grant that if I may be complaining of what Providence has
not sent me, I may not be neglecting what Providence has given me. May
I not pause too long over what I have done, or over what I might have
done, but may I be appreciative of what thou dost expect of me and
endeavor to accomplish it. Amen.

NOVEMBER SIXTEENTH

Tiberius born B.C. 42.

Gustavus Adolphus killed 1632.

Francis Danby born 1793.

Judge not the workings of his brain
And of his heart thou canst not see;
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won field,
Where thou would'st only faint and yield.

And judge none lost; but wait and see,
With hopeful pity, not disdain;
The depth of the abyss may be
The measure of the height of pain
And love and glory that may raise
The soul to God in after days!

--Adelaide A. Procter.

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