Somewhere, beyond the limitless space,
That mantles the stars, there is a place;
A beautiful place, where angels dwell.
Somewhere--but just where, no one can tell.
Nowhere on this realm, from pole to pole,
Did God appoint a home for the soul;
Yet "somewhere," above yon starry dome
There's a "house not made with hands," a home.
There, all is fragrant with sweet perfume
That falls from flowers which ever bloom;
In that far-off unknown land so fair.
Where the great Redeemer dwells--'tis there.
1831
When you can say nothing good of a man, change the subject.
1832
Gentle speech and courteous mood
Cost nothing, and are always good.
1833
Loose thinking leads to inaccurate speech.
1834
Forbear sharp speeches to her. She's a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.
--_Shakespeare._
1835
Everything that one says too much, is insipid and tedious.
--_Boilau._
1836
It is unbecoming in inferiors to assume boldness of speech.
--_Aeschylus._
1837
Have more than thou showest;
Speak less than thou knowest;
Spend less than thou ownest.
--_Greek._
1838
_Obedience._--The man who has lost his purse will go wherever you wish.
--_Horace._
1839