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 made for me."
--_F. W. Farrar, D. D._
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A man's quarrel with the world, is only a quarrel with himself.
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All my theology is reduced to this narrow compass--Jesus Christ came
into this world to save sinners.
--_A. Alexander._
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The world does not seem to care for honorable lives as much as it does
for a good bank-account.
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He who would enjoy many friends, and live happy in the world, must often
be deaf, dumb, and blind, to its vices and follies.
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