s it. God makes Time. Can you, then, add to it? "Stay a
while to make an end the sooner." You do not gain an hour by robbing
yourself of your sleep. You do not gain in force by enlarging the wheel
that carries your belting. If your constitution require eight hours'
sleep, then go to your bed at ten o'clock and rise like "the sun
rejoicing in the east," fresh-nerved and forceful, apt to carry all
before you. Do not encourage those tempters who come to you asking you
to break into the storehouse of your vitality and rob yourself of two,
three, and often four hours of your rest, leaving you, in the
bankruptcy of after-life a trembling alarmist, subject to the replevins
of rheumatic muscles and the reprisals of revengeful nerves. Remember
that age comes upon us like a snowstorm in the night, and that the mill
will never grind with the water that has passed. Time is the stern
corrector of fools; "Wisdom walks before it, Opportunity with it, and
Temperance behind it. He that has made it his friend will have little to
fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have
little to hope from his friends."

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HOME.

'Tis sweet to hear the honest watchdog's bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know that there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.--Byron.

An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural, quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labor, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven.--Thomson.

'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
--J.H. Payne, in the Opera of "Clari."

No word in the English language approaches in sweetness
the sound of this group of letters. Out of this grand syllable rush
memories and emotions always chaste, and always noble. The murderer in
his cell, his heart black with crime, hears this word, and his crimes
have not yet been committed; his heart is yet pure and free; in his mind
he kneels at his mother's side and lisps his prayers to God that he, by
a life of dignity and honor, may gladden that mother's heart; and then
he weeps, and for a while is not a murderer. The Judge upon his bench
deals out the dreaded justice to the scourged, and has no look of
gentleness. But breathe this word into his ear, his thoughts fly to his
fireside; his heart relents; he is no l