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Play Is A Sacred Thing, A Divine Ordinance, For Developing In The Child A Harmonious And Healthy Organism, And Preparing That Organism For The Commencement Of The Work Of Life.

A Man May Carry The Whole Scheme Of Christian Truth In His Mind From Boyhood To Old Age Without The Slightest Effect Upon His Character And Aims. It Has Had Less Influence Than The Multiplication Table.

Gossip Is Always A Personal Confession Either Of Malice Or Imbecility, And The Young Should Not Only Shun It, But By The Most Thorough Culture Relieve Themselves From All Temptation To Indulge In It. It Is A Low, Frivolous, And Too Often A Dirty Business. There Are Country Neighborhoods In Which It Rages Like A Pest. Churches Are Split In Pieces By It. Neighbors Are Made Enemies By It For Life. In Many Persons It Degenerates Into A Chronic Disease, Which Is Practically Incurable. Let The Young Cure It While They May.

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.

I Stand By My Kind; And I Thank God For The Temptations That Have Brought Me Into Sympathy With Them, As I Do For The Love That Urges Me To Efforts For Their Good. I Hail The Great Brotherhood Of Trial And Temptation In The Name Of Humanity, And Give Them Assurance That From The Divine Man, And Some, At Least, Of His Disciples, There Goes Out To Them A Flood Of Sympathy That Would Fain Sweep Them Up To The Firm Footing Of The Rock Of Safety.