The century illustrated monthly magazine . seA glory oer my garden-ways,And blooms the rose, With some strange longing I rememberGray,Oxford, neath her skies of , that I should be her son,And love her prose ! William Sharp. THE TWO LESSONS. Disce, puer, virtutem ex me, verumque laborem; Fortunam ex aliis. — Apneas to Ascanius ( /Eneid, XII., 435). LEARN, boy, from me what dwells in man alone,Courage immortal, and the steadfast sway Of patient toil, that glorifies the day. What most ennobles life is all our own;Yet not the whole of life; the fates atone For what they give by what they k
The century illustrated monthly magazine . seA glory oer my garden-ways,And blooms the rose, With some strange longing I rememberGray,Oxford, neath her skies of , that I should be her son,And love her prose ! William Sharp. THE TWO LESSONS. Disce, puer, virtutem ex me, verumque laborem; Fortunam ex aliis. — Apneas to Ascanius ( /Eneid, XII., 435). LEARN, boy, from me what dwells in man alone,Courage immortal, and the steadfast sway Of patient toil, that glorifies the day. What most ennobles life is all our own;Yet not the whole of life; the fates atone For what they give by what they keep away. Learn thou from others all the triumphs gay That dwell in sunnier realms, to me life imparts one lesson; each supplies One priceless secret that it holds within. In your own heart — there only — stands the of all else, your own career you win. We half command our fates; the rest but lies In that last drop which unknown powers fling in. Thomas Wentworth Higginson. A CHRISTMAS FANTASY, WITH A ER name was MildredWentworth, and shelived on the slope ofBeacon Hill, in oneof those old-fashionedswell-front houseswhich have the inesti-mable privilege of> looking upon Boston^ife_A_~^>3) Common. It wasChristmas afternoon, and she had gone up tothe blue room, on the fourth floor, in order tomake a careful inspection in solitude of thevarious gifts that had been left in her slenderstocking and at her bedside the previous was in some respects a very oldchild for her age, which she described as be-ing half-past seven, and had a habit of spend-ing hours alone in the large front chamberoccupied by herself and the governess. Thisday the governess had gone to keep Christmaswith her own family in South Boston, and itso chanced that Mildred had been left to dis-pose of her time as she pleased during the en-tire afternoon. She was well content to havethe opportunity, for fortune had treated hermagnificently, and it was deep
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