The Buried Talent Is The Sunken Rock

There Is A Great Deal Of Self-will In The World, But Very Little Genuine Independence Of Character.

Now This Spirit Is Admirably Mortified By The Exercise Of Patience. It Involves Also A Continual Practice Of The Presence Of God; For We May Be Come Upon At Any Moment For An Almost Heroic Display Of Good Temper. It Is A Short Road To Unselfishness; For Nothing Is Left To Self. All That Seems To Belong Most Intimately To Self, To Be Self's Private Property, Such As Time, Home, And Rest, Are Invaded By These Continual Trials Of Patience.

Kind Words Produce Happiness. How Often Have We Ourselves Been Made Happy By Kind Words, In A Manner And To An Extent Which We Are Unable To Explain!

For Right Is Right, Since God Is God And Right The Day Must Win. To Doubt Would Be Disloyalty, To Falter Would Be Sin.

It Has Always Seemed To Me That A Love Of Natural Objects, And The Depth, As Well As Exuberance And Refinement Of Mind, Produced By An Intelligent Delight In Scenery, Are Elements Of The First Importance In The Education Of The Young.