brings token of His grace.
Who can deny the Power that brings to pass
The yearly miracle of springing grass?
Who can withhold allegiance, that sees
The harvest glory of the fruited trees?

575

Confessing a fault makes half amends.
Denying one doubles it.

576

Not to repent of a fault, is to justify it.

--_Pliny._

577

Whoever thinks a faultless one to see
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er will be.

--_Pope._

578

_Faults._--Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his
neighbors' faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

--_Shakespeare._

579

Better find one of our own faults,
Than ten
Of our neighbor's.

580

A GREAT MAN'S FAULTS.

Lord Bolingbroke was one evening at a large party. Political subjects
were talked of, and the conversation finally turned on the famous Duke
of Marlborough. Every one had something to say against him, many blaming
his avarice. Bolingbroke was silent. One of the company inquired, "How
is it that you say nothing? You knew him better than all of us, and
could tell us a good deal about him." Bolingbroke replied, "He was a
great man, and I have forgotten all his faults."

581

Each should be sure of an untarnished name,
Before he ventures others' faults to blame.

582

The greatest of faults, is to be conscious of none.

583

Wink at wee (little) faults; Your ain are muckle.

--_Scotch._

584

He who asks timidly courts a refusal.

585

There is pleasure in meeting the eyes of one on whom you are going to
confer a favor.

--_La Bruyere._

586

FAVORITISM.

A little figure glided through the hall.
"Is that you, Pet?" the words came tenderly.
A sob--suppressed to let the answer fall,--
"It isn't Pet, mama, it's only me."

The quivering baby-lips! They had not meant
To utter any word that could plant a sting,
But to that mother-heart a strange pang went;
She heard, and stood like a convicted thing.

One instant, and a happy little face
Thrilled 'neath unwonted kisses rained above;
And from that mome