Democratic Sentinel, Volume 5, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 August 1881 — Mosaics. [ARTICLE]

Mosaics.

Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.— AlootL . Short retirement urges sweet return. Miltotu What toen call accident is God a own park— Bailey. Smiles are smiles only when the heart pulls the wire.— Winthrop. Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought.— Shelley. Never morning wore to evening but some heart did break.— Tennyson. Adversity borrows its sharpest sting from our impatience.— Bishop Home. Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.— Voltaire. Beauty is a power without a plan, a success without ft science, ft problem without a proof. A couplet of verse, ft period of prose, may cling to the rock of ages as a shell that survives a deluge. Iwer Lytton k Never confide your secrets to paper ; it is like throwing a stone into the air, and if you know who throws the stone you do not know where it may fall.— Calderon. A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy—the smile that accepts a lover afore words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first-born baby.— Haliburion. It is the type of eternal truth that the soul’s armor is never well set to the heart unless a woman’s hand has braced |t; aud it is only when she braces it loosely that the honor of manhood falls.— Ruskin. Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man’s upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor. But if a man hasn’t got plenty of good common sense the more science he has the worse for his patient.— Holmes. Thk image* we cherish most Are ofttimes in the utterances lost, And thus it is so many keep A golden silence, full and deep - There is more need of lovMEsupporting arm Along life’s slippery pathway in its frost; There is more need for love to wrap us warm Against life’s co.d when summer flowers are lost. Ah, well-a-day, for we are souls bereaved 1 Of ail the creatures under heaven’s wide cepe, We are most hopeless who had once most hope, And most beliefless who had once believed. —Arthur Hugh Clough.

[From the Port Huron Commercial.] Charles Nelson, Esq., proprietor Nelson House, sneaking to us recently, observed: I suffered so much with Rheumatism that my arm withered, and physicians could not help me. I was in despair of iny life, when some one advised me to try St. Jacobs Oil. I did so, and, aaJjf, by* magic, I was instantly relieved,and<ny the continued use of the Oil, entirely cured. I thank Heaven for having used this wonder ful remedy, for it saved my life. It also cured my wife.