If I were you, and other things . eft for the expansion of oursouls, that through it we cultivate the habitwhich makes people know we can be countedon, we shall cease to say hard things of it.—LeBaron Russell Briggs. We pass from the sense of study as an obli-gation to the sense of study as an opportu-nity. —Francis G. Peabody. In short, without much matter what our work be, whether this or that, it is because, and [84] aijso to ti^e point only because of the rut, plod, grind, hum-drum in the work, that we at last get thoseself-foundations laid of which I spoke—at-tention, promptness, accuracy
If I were you, and other things . eft for the expansion of oursouls, that through it we cultivate the habitwhich makes people know we can be countedon, we shall cease to say hard things of it.—LeBaron Russell Briggs. We pass from the sense of study as an obli-gation to the sense of study as an opportu-nity. —Francis G. Peabody. In short, without much matter what our work be, whether this or that, it is because, and [84] aijso to ti^e point only because of the rut, plod, grind, hum-drum in the work, that we at last get thoseself-foundations laid of which I spoke—at-tention, promptness, accuracy, firmness, pa-tience, self-denial, and the rest. —^W. C. Gannett. Changeless march the stars above,Changeless morn succeeds to even;And the everlasting , watch the changeless heaven.—Charles Ejngsley. [85] Cotttiterteitjs 7 cannot say with Mark Twain that I know honestyto be the best policy because I have tried both; btU Iknow it to be the best policy because I have seen both. —LeBaron Russell HEARD some one say re-cently, Im not sure butwe are too knew what she meant;she voiced the sense of adanger which some of usoften apprehend, that a real peril may lie inover-emphasis upon even so noble a subject ashigh thinking and fine living. We may sodwell upon the psychological features of lifethat we lose our perspective, and become real-ly unsympathetic, while we think ourselvesvirtuous because we live above once knew a young woman who had workedso hard to think high that she had, quiteunconsciously to herself, become a semi-hypo-crite, and she wet-blanketed everything hap-py. She had a far-removed-from-the-worldair that was sometimes pitiful and sometimesexasperating. One day, looking out acrossLake Erie, flashing in a million points of[86] Counterfettjs Julys morning sunlight, I said: Oh, isntit happy, and gay, and frolicsome! It makesme feel as if I could caper like a colt acrossthis green lawn! From her superior height of re
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