MOTHER. A mother should give her children a superabundance of enthusiasm, that after they have lost all they are sure to lose on mixing with the world, enough may still remain to prompt and support them through great actions. J. C. Hare. The child takes most of his nature of the mother, besides speech, manners, and inclination.— Herbert Spencer. Men are what their mothers made them. — Emerson. mother!-T. W. Higginson. What instruction the baby brings to the The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated, except by those whose feelings are withered by vitiated society. Holy, simple, and beautiful in its construction, it is the emblem of all we can imagine of fidelity and Washington Irving. truth. The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds. — J. Petit-Senn. No labor is hard, no time is long, wherein the glory of eternity is the mark we level at. Quarles. Whatever touches the nerves of motive, whatever shifts man's moral position, is mightier than steam or caloric or lightning. — Chapin. Take from men ambition and vanity, and you will have neither heroes nor patriots.- Seneca. In the motive lies the good or ill. Dr. Johnson. The whole world is put in motion by the wish for riches and the dread of poverty. Dr. Johnson. We ought to love temperance for itself, and in obedience to God, who has commanded it and chastity; but what I am forced to by catarrhs or owe to the stone, is neither chastity nor temperance. - Montaigne. What society wants is a new motive, not a new cant. - Macaulay. Let the motive be in the deed, and not in the event. Be not one whose motive for action is the hope of reward. — Krishna. Mountains have a grand, stupid, lovable tranquillity.-O. W. Holmes. Men meet; mountains, never.-Lewis Cass. Whoever has not ascended mountains knows little of the beauties of Nature. William Howitt. The volcanic blaze breaks through the loftiest mountain-peaks; and so the deep discontent of the humble millions breaks through the mountain minds of their great leaders. C. C. Burleigh. A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful. — George Eliot. On every mountain-height is rest. - Goethe. See the mountains kiss high heavens, and the waves clasp one another. Shelley. The ragged cliff has thousand faces in a thousand hours. - Emerson. MOUNTAINS. 321 MUSIC. Without mountains the air could not be purified, nor the flowing of the rivers sustained. Ruskin. The hills, rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. Bryant. MOURNING. Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not. Xenophon. I have that honorable grief lodged here He mourns the dead who lives as they de- which burns worse than tears drown. sire. Young. Shakspeare. MUSIC. To be impatient at the death of a person concerning whom it was certain he must die, is to mourn because thy friend was not born an angel. Jeremy Taylor. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief, the enemy to the living. Shakspeare. How wretched is the man who never mourned! Even he whose soul now melts in mournful lays, shall shortly want the generous tear he pays. - Pope. Explain it as we may, a martial strain will urge a man into the front rank of battle sooner than an argument, and a fine anthem excite his devotion more certainly than a logical discourse. Tuckerman. J. G. Holland. Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman. Beethoven. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. Milton. Music, in the best sense, does not require The true way to mourn the dead is to take novelty; nay, the older it is, and the more we care of the living who belong to them. are accustomed to it, the greater its effect. Heavy sorrow is silent, and the deepest mourn-literature poetry precedes prose. Every one ing is the most solitary. Charles Buxton. Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer. Owen Meredith. may see, as he rides on the highway through an uninteresting landscape, how a little water instantly relieves the monotony; no matter what objects are near it,- -a gray rock, a grasspatch, an elder-bush, or a stake, they become beautiful by being reflected. It is rhyme on the eye, and explains the charm of rhyme on J. G. Holland. the ear. - Emerson. |