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Page 76 - You hear that boy laughing? — You think he's all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all.
Page 75 - s tipsy, — young jackanapes ! — show him the door! " Gray temples at twenty? " — Yes! white if we please ; Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there 's nothing can freeze! Was it snowing I spoke of ? Excuse the mistake! Look close, — you will see not a sign of a flake ! We want some new garlands for those we have shed, — And these are white roses in place of the red. We 've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told, Of talking (in public) as if we were old: — That boy we call...
Page 77 - Yes, we're boys, — always playing with tongue or with pen,— And I sometimes have asked, — Shall we ever be men ? Shall we always be youthful and laughing and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away ? Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray ! The stars of its Winter, the dews of its May ! And when we have done with our life-lasting toys, Dear Father, take care of thy children, the Boys ! III.
Page 76 - And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith; Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith; But he shouted a song for the brave and the free — Just read on his medal, "My country,
Page 75 - That could harness a team with a logical chain; When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire, We called him "The Justice,
Page 236 - Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled...
Page 12 - There is then creative reading as well as creative writing. When the mind is braced by labor and invention, the page of whatever book we read becomes luminous with manifold allusion. Every sentence is doubly significant, and the sense of our author is as broad as the world.
Page 206 - Apologizing. A very desperate habit, one that is rarely cured. Apology is only egotism wrong side out. Nine times out of ten, the first thing a man's companion knows of his shortcoming is from his apology.
Page 112 - With its smell of mastic-varnish and its flash of ivory keys ! Then the children all grew fretful in the restlessness of joy, For the boy would push his sister, and the sister * crowd the boy, Till the father asked for quiet in his grave paternal way, But the mother hushed the tumult with the words,
Page 109 - We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it -much. People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than is good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. But -we don't always care most for those flat-pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.