e ant asked, "What did
you in the summer?" "I whistled," said the cricket. "Then," said the
ant, "if you whistled in summer while I was working, you may dance in
the winter," and gave her nothing.
2097
We are best known by what we do.
2098
One's work is the best company.
--_French._
2099
I am often tired in, but never of, my work.
--_Whitefield._
2100
We often hear of people breaking down from over-work, but nine cases out
of ten they are really suffering from worry or anxiety.
--_Sir John Lubbock._
2101
Unless a man works, he cannot find out what he is able to do.
2102
I cannot abide to see men throw away their tools the minute the clock
begins to strike, as if they took no pleasure in their work, and was
afraid o' doing a stroke too much. The very grindstone 'll go on turning
a bit after you loose it.
--_George Eliot._
2103
THE TENT.
When my bier is borne to the grave
And its burden is laid in the ground
Think not that Rumi is there,
Nor cry, like the mourners around,
He is gone,--all is over--farewell!
But go on your ways again,
And forgetting your own petty loss,
Remember his infinite gain.
For, know that this world is a tent,
And life but a dream in the night,
Till death plucks the curtain apart
And awakens the sleeper with light.
--_R. H. Stoddard, From the Persian._
2104
The knowledge of the world is only to be acquired in the world, and not
in the closet.
2105
FROM "EVERY DAY CHRISTIAN LIFE."
Shall I tell you what a princess wrote--the Princess Amelia, who was an
aunt of our good Queen Victoria, and who after a long and painful
sickness and trial died at an early age?--
"Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laughed and danced, I talked and sung,
And proud of health, of freedom, vain,
Dreamt not of sorrow, care, or pain.
Oh! then, in those bright hours of glee,
I thought the world was made for me.
But when the hour of trial came,
And sickness shook my feeble frame,
And folly's gay pursuits were o'er,
And I could sing and dance no more--
Oh! then, I thought how sad 'twould be,
Were only this world m
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