Truth is a thing I will ever keep. Cartwright. Wilt hunt after truth? Search thy thought, not thy book. From the Persian. I AUGUST 11TH. I don't know what I'll be ; guess I had better wait till I see ! -a blossom bright Worth the kiss of air and light; Leigh Hunt. AUGUST 12TH. And isn't it, my boy, or girls, Whatever comes, or does not come, To do the best you can? Phabe Cary. All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow, And shine out in happy overflow From the blue, bright eyes. AUGUST 14TH. Labor is a blessing; Cleaning house each day All the pleasant summer From the first of May. Westwood Marian Douglas. AUGUST 15TH. But noonday tasks and evening pleasures, Be thy charm to conjure treasures. Goethe. |