gether. As to Pierre,
always mindful of Him who watches over the tried and tempted, he knelt
down by his mother's bedside and uttered a simple prayer, asking God's
blessing on the kind lady who had deigned to notice their affliction.

The memory of that prayer made the singer more tender-hearted, and she,
who was the idol of England's nobility, went about doing good. And in
her early, happy death, he who stood beside her bed and smoothed her
pillow, and lightened her last moments by his undying affection, was
little Pierre of former days, now rich, accomplished, and the most
talented composer of the day.

O singer of the heart,
The heart that never dies!
The Lord's interpreter thou art,
His angel from the skies.

Thy work on earth is great
As his who saves a soul,
Or his who guides the ship of state,
When mountain-billows roll.

The life of Heaven comes down
In gleams of grace and truth;
Sad mortals see the shining crown
Of sweet, perennial youth.

The life of God, in song
Becomes the life of man;
Ashamed is he of sin and wrong
Who hears a Malibran!

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X.

GARFIELD.--MAXIMS.

GATHERED FROM HIS SPEECHES, ADDRESSES, LETTERS, ETC.

I would rather be beaten in right than succeed in wrong.

I feel a profounder reverence for a boy than for a man. I never meet a
ragged boy in the street without feeling that I may owe him a salute,
for I know not what possibilities may be buttoned under his coat.

Poverty is uncomfortable, as I can testify; but, nine times out of ten,
the best thing that can happen to a young man is to be tossed overboard
and compelled to sink or swim for himself. In all my acquaintance, I
never knew a man to be drowned who was worth the saving.

If the power to do hard work is not talent, it is the best possible
substitute for it.

We can not study nature profoundly without bringing ourselves into
communion with the spirit of art which pervades and fills the universe.

If there be one thing upon this earth that mankind love and admire
better than another, it is a brave man; it is a man who dares to look
the devil in the face and tell him he is a devil.

It is one of the precious mysteries of sorrow that it finds solace in
unselfish thought.

Every character is the joint product of nature and nurture.

It has been fortunate that most of our greate