The man is sure to fall at last
Who does not stand alone;
Don't trust to other people's eyes,
But learn to mind your own.

Saxe.

MAY 7TH.

I should be tender to each little thing
With hurt warm breast, that has no speech to tell
Its inward pang, and I would soothe it well

With tender touch.

George Eliot.

MAY 8TH.

Imp of all mischief, heaven alone knows how

You learned it all.

*

You were a school-boy- what beneath the sun So like a monkey? I was also one.

Holmes.

Her young eyes, hopefully glad and clear.

Mrs. Dorr.

MAY 7TH.

MAY 8TH.

MAY 10TH.

MAY 11TH.

No act falls fruitless, none can tell
How vast its power may be,

Nor what results unfolded dwell
Within it silently.

MAY 10TH.

God made all the creatures, and gave them
Our love and our fear,

To give signs we and they are his children,
One family here.

MAY 11TH.

Browning.

while he was yet a boy

The morn, the glory of the sun,

And streams that murmur as they run,

Had been his dearest joy.

Wordsworth.

She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She's sweet as the evening among the new hay.

Burns.

Oh come, then, quickly come!

We are budding, we are blowing :
And the wind that we perfume

Sings a tune that's worth the knowing.

Emerson.

MAY 13TH.

But never hope to stir the hearts of men, And mould the hearts of many into one,

By words which come not native from the heart.

MAY 14TH.

Fresh youth, and joyous, and kind heart

Gleam in his azure eye:

And though I scarcely know his voice

I think he cannot lie.

Goethe.

Julia Ward Howe.

She has a way to chase despair,
To heal all grief, to ease all care.