The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And

Everything That Looks To The Future Elevates Human Nature; For Never Is Life So Low Or So Little As When Occupied With The Present.

Many Love Music But For Music's Sake, Many Because Her Touches Can Awake Thoughts That Repose Within The Breast Half-dead, And Rise To Follow Where She Loves To Lead. What Various Feelings Come From Days Gone By! What Tears From Far-off Sources Dim The Eye! Few, When Light Fingers With Sweet Voices Play, And Melodies Swell, Pause, And Melt Away, Mind How At Every Touch, At Every Tone, A Spark Of Life Hath Glistened And Hath Gone.

Men, Like Nails, Lose Their Usefulness When They Lose Their Direction And Begin To Bend.

Friendship May Sometimes Step A Few Paces In Advance Of Truth.

We Oftener Say Things Because We Can Say Them Well, Than Because They Are Sound And Reasonable.