HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD. 225 HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD. THE world is no hive where the drone may repose, Give your heart to that duty, and strike for your life, If Fate is against thee ne'er falter nor fret, "Twill not mend your fortunes, nor lighten your load; Be earnest, still earnest, and you will forget You e'er had a burden to bear on the road. And when at the close, what a pleasure to know, That you, never flinching, however life sped, Gave your heart to your duty, your strength to each blow, And with every stroke, hit the nail on the head. GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY. SHE stood at the bar of justice, In form too small for a woman, Must have left that silent trace. "Your name," said the judge, as he eyed her "Is Mary McGuire, if you please, sir." "Well, Mary," and then from a paper He slowly and gravely read, "You are charged here-I'm sorry to say With stealing three loaves of bread. "You look not like an offender, And I hope that you can show But she dried her eyes in a moment "I will tell you just how it was, sir; Were hungry, and asked me for bread. At first I earned it for them By working hard all day, But somehow times were bad, sir, "I could get no more employment; I am guilty, but do not condemn, The bread to give to them." Every man in the court-room- That the prisoner told the truth. Treasures hoarded for years. it THE STARLESS CROWN. The judge's face was a study, The strangest you ever saw, As he cleared his throat and murmured For one so learned in such matters, But no one blamed him, or wondered, And no one blamed him, or wondered 227 THE STARLESS CROWN. WEARIED and worn with earthly care, I yielded to repose, I thought, while slumbering on my couch in midnight's solemn gloom, I heard an angel's silvery voice, and radiance filled my room. "Arise, O sleeper, follow me!" and through the air we fled; Still on he went; my soul was wrapped in silent ecstasy; We passed through streets of glittering pearl, o'er streets of purest gold. It needed not the sun by day, nor silver moon by night; The glory of the Lord was there, the Lamb Himself its light. Bright angels paced the shining streets, sweet music filled the air, And white-robed saints, with glittering crowns, from every clime were there; And some that I had loved on earth stood with them round the throne. "All worthy is the Lamb," they sang, "the glory His alone." But, fairer far than all beside, I saw my Saviour's face, And as I gazed, He smiled on me, with wondrous love and grace, And then in solemn tones, He said, "Where is the diadem And such thy bright reward had been, if such had been thy deed, "I did not mean that thou should'st tread the way of life alone, I rose and wept with chastened joy that yet I dwelt below- GOOD-NATURE. 229 GOOD-NATURE. HENRY WARD BEECHER. Good-nature-what a blessing! Without it a man is like a wagon without springs, he has the full benefit of every stone and way-rut. Good-nature is the prime-minister of a good conscience. It tells of the genial spirit within, and good-nature never fails of a wholesome effect without. Good-nature is not only the government of one's own spirit, but it goes far in its effects upon those of others. It manifests itself on every street; it humanizes man; it softens the friction of a business world. Good-nature is the harmonious act of conscience. Good-nature in practical affairs is better than any other; better than what men call justice; better than dignity; better than standing on one's rights, which is so often the narrowest and worst place to stand on one can find. A man who knows how to hold on to his temper is the man who is respected by the community. And one who has a good nature, successfully travels about as does he who goes upon the principle-little of baggage, but plenty of money! A man who is armed with hopefulness, cheerfulness, and a genial spirit, is one who is going to be of practical and beneficent usefulness to his fellow-man. There are no things by which the troubles and difficulties of this life can be resisted better than with wit and humor. And let the happy person who possesses these-if he be brought into the folds of the Church-not allow conversion to deprive him of them. God has constituted these in man, and especially when they are so salient in meeting good-naturedly the trials of this world, they should be used. Happiness, at last, is dependent upon a soul that has holy communion with its Creator-"for in Him we have life eternal." Men also fail in happiness because they refuse to read the great lessons found in the great book of nature. Happiness is to be sought in the possession of true manhood rather than in its internal conditions. |