No star is lost we ever once have seen: We always may be what we might have been.

--_Adelaide Proctor._

Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

--_Longfellow._

Too much of joy is sorrowful, So cares must needs abound, The vine that bears too many flowers Will trail upon the ground.

--_Alice Cary._

Life is too short for aught but high endeavor.

--_Ella Wheeler Wilc.o.x._

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

--_Shakespeare._

Cloud and sun together make the year; Without some storms no rainbow could appear.

--_Alice Cary._

The n.o.blest service comes from nameless hands, And the best servant does his work unseen.

--_Oliver Wendell Holmes._

He who seeks to pluck the stars Will lose the jewels at his feet.

--_Phoebe Cary._

For he who is honest is n.o.ble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.

--_Alice Cary._

There's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.

--_James Russell Lowell._

No endeavor is in vain.

Its reward is in the doing; And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain.

--_Longfellow._

Press on! if once and twice thy feet Slip back and stumble, harder try.

--_Benjamin._

Dare to do right; dare to be true; The failings of others can never save you; Stand by your conscience, your honor, your faith-- Stand like a hero, and battle till death!

He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit, than he that taketh a city.

--_Bible._

He prayeth best who loveth best All things, both great and small; For the dear G.o.d who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

--_Coleridge._

Hours are golden links, G.o.d's token, Reaching heaven, but one by one Take them; lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

--_A. A. Proctor._

There is a lesson in each flower, A story in each stream and bower; On every herb on which we tread, Are written words which, rightly read, Will lead us from earth's fragrant sod To hope and holiness and G.o.d.

Oh, many a shaft at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant!

And many a word at random spoken, May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken.

--_Scott._

SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADES.

To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

--_Shakespeare._

Be n.o.ble! and the n.o.bleness that lies In other men, sleeping but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

--_Lowell._