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CULTIVATE A PLEASING VOICE

There is no power of love so hard to
get and to keep as a kind voice. A kind
hand is deaf and dumb. It may be
rough in flesh and blood, yet do the
work of a soft heart, and do it with a
soft touch. But there is no one thing
that love so much needs as a sweet
voice to tell what it means and feels,
and it is hard to get and keep it in the
right tone.

One must start in youth and be on
the watch night and day at work and
at play, to get and keep a voice that
shall speak at all times the thoughts
of a kind heart. It is often in youth
that one gets a voice or a tone that is
sharp, and it sticks to him through
life, and stirs up ill-will and grief, and
falls like a drop of gall on the sweets
of home.

Watch it day by day as a pearl of
great price, for it will be worth more
to you in days to come than the best
pearl hid in the seas. A kind voice is
to the heart what a light is to the eye.
It is a light that sings as well as
shines.

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FAITH

I will not learn to doubt my kind.
If bread is poison, what is food?
If man is evil, what is good?
I'll cultivate a friendly mind.

I see not far, but this I see -
If man is false, then naught is true;
If faith is not the golden clew,
To life then all is mystery.

I know not much, but this I know -
That not in hermit's calm retreat,
But in the thronged and busy street,
The angels most do come and go.

Who to the Infinite would rise
Should Know this one thing ere he
starts -
That all its steps are human hearts;
To love mankind is to be wise.

I will not learn to doubt my kind.
If man is false then false am I;
If on myself I can't rely,
Then where shall faith a foothold find?
-Christian Register.

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I Bide My Time.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

I bide my time. Whenever shadows darken
Along my path I do but lift mine eyes,
And faith reveals fair shores beyond the skies;
And through earth's harsh, discordant sounds
hearken
And hear divinest music from afar.
Sweet sounds from lands where half my loved one[s]
are.
I bide - I bide my time.

I bide my time. Whatever foes assail me,
I know that strife is only for a day;
A friend waits me farther on the way;
A friend too faithful and too true to fail me,
Who will bid all life's jarring turmoil cease,
And lead me to realms of perfect peace,
I bide - I bide my time.

I bide my time. This conflict of resistance,
This drop of rapture in a cup of pain,
This wear and tear of body and of brain,
But fits my spirit for the new existence
Which waits me in the happy by-and-by,
So, come what may, I'll lift my eyes and cry:
"I bide - I bide my time."

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TAKE LIFE AS IT COMES.

Worry Will Only Give You
Wrinkles and Make You Old.

There is one sin which is everywhere, and
by everybody is underestimated and quite
too much overlooked in valuations of char-
acter. It is the sin of fretting. It is as
common as air, as speech; so common that
unless it arises above its usual monotone,
we do not even observe it. Watch an ordi-
nary coming together of people and we see
how many minutes it will be before some-
body frets - that is, makes more or less com-
plaining statements of something or other,
which most probably every one in the room
or the car, or on the street corner, knew
before, and which most probably nobody can
help. Why say anything about it?

It is cold, it is hot; it is wet, it is dry;
somebody has broken an appointment, ill-
cooked a meal; stupidity or bad faith some-
where has resulted in discomfort. There are
plenty of things to fret about. It is simply
astonishing how much annoyance and dis-
comfort may be found in the course of every
day's living, even at the simplest, if only
one keeps a sharp eye on that side of things.
Even holy writ says we are so born to trouble
as the sparks fly upward.

But even to the sparks flying upward in
the blackest smoke, there is a blue sky
above, and the less time they waste on the
road the sooner they will reach it. Fretting
is all time wasted on the road.

Not only does fretting worry us and those
around us, but remember that nothing
brings the wrinkles more quickly.

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The Value of Laughter.

Laughter has an important place in hygiene
Learn to laugh and smile. Have a cheery word
for all comers and you will be liked by everybody.
Laugh out loud, if you please. It may be artificial
at first, but it gets to be natural after awhile.
Hide your pains and aches under that laugh. The
world has troubles of its own and can't stop to cod-
dle yours. The good-humored man or woman is
always welcome, but the dyspeptic or hypochon-
driac is not [wanted] anywhere, and is considered a
public nuisance.