If I happened to hear to-morrow It would break my heart with sorrow! OCTOBER 19TH. M. E. B. Command your temper, guard your tongue, Lest they have sway undue. Build up actions great. OCTOBER 20TH. Do not be beguiled Mrs. Osgood. Muloch. Yet so rich in all that's girlhood's praise, Did Job himself upon her goodness gaze A little better she would surely make him. Muloch. This is love to do his will, Harriet Mc Ewer Kimball. OCTOBER 22D. Such a sweetness, such a grace In all thy speech appear. That what to the eye is beauty's face That thy tongue is to the ear. Cowley. OCTOBER 23D. Reading aloud with a very grave look Some very "wise saw" from some very grave book You say she is "common place," |