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VOL.. 9. No. 44.
LINCOLN, NEB., SATURDAY, OCTOBER f, 1894.
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OLIVER WENDELL HOIdMES.
His Philosophy ai Disclosed in His Writing.-
Build theo more stately mansions, O my soul.
As the swift seasons roll,
Leave thy low-vaulted past,
Let each new temple, nobler than tho last,
Shut theo from heaven with a domo more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by lifo's unresting sea.
Travelers change their guineas, not their characters.
Put not your trust in money, but put your money in truat.
With most men life is like backgammon half skill and half luck.
Controversy equalizes fools and wise men in the same way and
the fools know it.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all,
Faith always implies the disbelief of a lesser fact in favor of a
greater.
The scientific study of man is the most difficult of all branches
of knowledge.
A person is always startled when he hears himself called old for
the first time.
God bless all good women! To their soft ha;ids ami pitying
hearts wo must all come at last.
You may set it down as a truth which admits of few exceptions
that those who ask jour opinion really want your praiso.
When a strong brain is weighed with a truo heart, it seeniB liko
balancing a bubble againbt- a wedge of gold.
Thero aro a good many real miseries in lifo that wo can not help
smiling at, but they are smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples.
Everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a great deal
hotter to bo mado in that way than not to bo made at all.
Don't let your heart grow cold, and you may carry cheerfulness
and Iovo with jou into tho teens or your second century, if you can
last so long.
The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy
with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its mono
tonous song forever and ever.
Memory is a net. One finds it full of fish when ho takes it from
the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without
sticking.
Talking is liko playing on the harp; there is as much in laying the
hand on the strings to stop their vibration as in twanging them to
bring out tho music.
I look upon a library as a sort of mental chemist's shop, filled
with the crystals of all forms and hues which have come from the
union of individual thought with local circumstance or universal
principles.
What a comfort a dull but kindly man is, to bo sure, at times! A
ground glass shade over a gas light does not bring more solace to our
dazzled eyes than such a ono to our minds.
If the sen so of the ridiculous is one side of ac impressible nature,
it is very well; but if that is all there is in a man, he had better
have been an ape and stood at the head of his profession at once.
The great thing in this world is not so much where we stand as
in what direction we aro moving. To reach the port of heaven we
must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we
must sail, and not drift or lie at anchor.
I have written many verses, but the best poems that I have pro
duced are the trees that I have planted on tho hillside which over
looks the broad meadows scalloped and rounded at their edges by
loops of the sinuous Housatonic. Nature finds rhymes for them in
the recurring measures of the seasons. Winter strips them of their
ornaments, and gives them, cs it were, in prose translation, and
summer reclothes them in all the splendid phrases of their leafy
an' uajre.
