Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 June 1882 — SELECTED MISCELLANY. [ARTICLE]

SELECTED MISCELLANY.

Eveir unpleasant feeling is a sign that I have become untrue to my res* • >1 ution,-Richter. Pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion—George Elliot. f j / ( . If we festen our attention on wfaa r we have, rather thau on what we lack, a very little wealth is suffleent. A fine compliment was once paid to Isaao Newton,. A letter was addressed to “Mjr. Newton*Europe.”ltipund him. ■ , . f: • j As there is nothing in the world, great but man, therels nothing trait great in man but character.-W. W. Evarts. ;* • • > A couplet of verse, a period prose, may ding to the Rook of , ages as a shell that survives a deluge,—Bulwer Litton. There must have been fast young men in the days of old Cicero. He said, ’To live long it is neoeasary to live slow.” Marriage is the best state for man in genenu; and every man is a worse man in proportion as he is unfit for the married state. Treat an evil companion with “skilled negligence” and you will never have to bear the curses that come home to roost. The only way by which capital can increase is by saving. If you spend as much as you get, yon will never be richer than you are. Flattery is the destruction of all good fellowship; it is like a 1 qualmish 1 quor in tne midst of a bottle of good wine.—Beaconsftald. Conduct is the greatest confession. Behavior is tile perpetual revealing of us. What a man does tells us what he is.—F.D. Huntington. A ceremony is the invention of wise men to keep fools at a distance, so good breeding is an expedient to make fools and wisemen equal. Weakness is the egotism of goodness. When one hope departs the other hopes gather moie closely together t o hide the gap it has left Earnestness is the path to immortality, thoughtlessness the path to death. Those who are in earnest do notfdie; those who are thoughtless are as it dead already. Something is due courtesy at all times and in all places, but the obligations of civility are doubly binding where it has been taught as a part of good breeding. “I have seen the world,” says a sagacious writer, „and after long experience have discovered that ennui is our greatest enemy, remunerative labor our most lasting friend.”

Lost, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward ki offered, because they are gone forever.—Horace Msnn. The grandest and strongest natures are not the calmest. A fiery restlessness is the symbol of frailties not yet outgrown. The .epose of power is its clearest testimony* Who ever heard of slandering a bad man? Who ever heard of counterfeiting a bad note? Blander, as a rule, is tbe revenge of a coward. It is generally tbe best people wh6 are injured in this wfcy. Tiie practical danger which beseu the poet, and, indeed all esthetic aud literary men, of becoming uureal, is, if that truth which they see aud cultivate for artistic purposes, they never try to embody in any form of practical action and common purpose with their fellow men.—J. C. Shairp. Some men seem to have a constitutional inability to tell the simple truth. They may not mean to lie, or to tell an untruth, but they are careless, careless in hearing, careless in understanding, careless in repeating what is said to them. There wellmeaning but reckless people do mors mischief than those who intentionally foment strife by deliberate falsehood. There is no firebrand lik£ your well-meaning busybody who is continually in search of scandal, aud by sheer habit missquotes everybody’s statements. It must,however be granted that Mr. MacDonald is an unequal writer ; indeed, inequality is of tbe very essenseof a genius which manifests itself for tbe most part in spiritual vision .Such a geuiusmay in itself hr constant, but its highest developments are leashed only in favorable moods; and when the mood is absent, the imaginative product is apt to strike the reader as being somewhat thin and unsatisfactory. Mr. MacDonald is the very reverse of a literary hack, it is absolutely impossible to put his whole strength iuto work whioh is, as the phrase has it, "writ, ten to order’, that is written in the absence of a dominating productive impulse.—The Academy. Ancient history speaks of two brothers, one of whom, found guilty of a heinous crime, web condemned to death , and about to be led forth to execution; the other, patriotic and brave, had signalized himself in the service of his country, and had lost a hand in pbtainlng an illustrious victory for the State. Just as the sentence of condemnation was pronounced upon this unhappy.brothet, he entered the court,and silently raised his liaudless arm in view of all. Tbe Judge saw it, arrested the execution and pardoned the guilty one for the sake of the sufferings of his heroic brother. So may not our elder Brother, as he appears in our nature before the throne, silently and efficientplead for us by the very scars he bears?—W. Ormiston.