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January 12.

Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best. SYDNEY SMITH.

Grief still treads upon the heels of Pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

CONGREVE, 1670.

Love could teach a monarch to be wise.

THOMAS GREY, 1716.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail
Or knock the breast-no weakness, no contempt,
Dispraise or blame; nothing but well and fair,
And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

January 14.

Be useful where thou canst, that they

MILTON.

But want and wish thy pleasing presence still; Kindness, good parts, great patience, are the things To compass this.

GEORGE HERBERT

In choosing a wife and buying a sword we ought not to trust another.

GEORGE HERBERT

Calm around the feet of God,

Behold, they steadfast shine,

And light as stars thy wintry road.

Elijah and other Poems: B. M

January 14.

Accustom yourself to master and overcome things of difficulty for if you observe, the left hand for want of practice is insignificant, and not adapted to general business; yet it holds the bridle better than the right, from constant use.

Our own felicity we make, or find,

PLINY.

With secret course which no loud storms annoy Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

BEN JONSON, 1574.

Hark! they whisper! angels say,

Sister-spirit come away!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave, where is thy victory?

O Death, where is thy sting?

POPE, 1688.

Faith shall strengthen hope, and make it bliss to die.

January 16.

CRABBE, 1754.

Be not diverted from your duty by any idle reflections the silly world may make upon you, for their censures are not in your power, and consequently should not be any part of your concern.

EPICTETUS.

None without Hope e'er loved the brightest fair, But Love can hope where Reason would despair.

LORD LYTTElton.

Hie him home at evening's close

To sweet repast and calm repose.

To die is landing on some silent shore

THOMAS GREY.

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar ;

Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er.

SAMUEL GARTH, 1760.

January 16.

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