Part 57 (1/2)
_Dec 25th_--How plain that all the creations of the ancientin the heart of man! What is the end of man? Infinite contradictions--all opposites blended into one--a ments--such _is_ he
The circumstances that surround hie What shall be the end? Oh then, abyss of futurity, declare it! unfold thy dark depths--let a voice come up from thy cloudy infinite--let a ray penetrate thy unfathomable profound If we could but _rest_ till the question is decided! if we could but float softly on the current of time till we reach the haven! But no, we_now_--WHAT?
_Evening_ But as thewith L
W [13] with as erness and vivacity as if I had never known a cloud This evening I was going to a _dance_ at the _Insane_ Hospital
For me truly it has been a day of opposites--all the eleled in it
_Wednesday, 26th_--The end of ht This is partly true, though all noble action has its root in thought Thought, indeed, in its true and highest sense, _is_ action It is never lost If uttered, it may breathe inspiration into a thousand ood actions If unuttered, and terle outward act, it yet has an enates the man and makes itself felt in his life Aas to think, without being the better for it Indeed, the distinction between thought and action is not always an accurate one Many thoughts deserve the name of activities es of the outward organization which we denominate actions In this sense, it is better of the two to think without acting than to act without thinking
Mrs Hopkins was the author of the folloorks, intendedSome of them have had a wide circulation They are written in an attractive style and breathe the purest spirit of Christian love and wisdohter 2 Lessons on the Book of Proverbs 3
The Young Christian Encouraged 4 Henry Langdon; or, What Was I Made For? 5 The Guiding Star; or, The Bible God's Message; a Sequel to Henry Langdon 6 The Silent Comforter; a Companion for the Sick-roo is the rhapsody referred to by Mr Butler: (The words to be used were _Mosquito, Brigadier, Moon, Cathedral, Locomotive, Piano, Mountain, Candle, Lemon, Worsted, Charity_, and _Success_)
A wounded soldier on the ground in helpless languor lay, Unheeding in his weariness the tumult of the day; In vain a pert _hts were far away from earth--its sounds he could not hear; Nor noted he the kindly glance hich his _brigadier_ Looked down upon his lorious autuht on which the _moon_ looked down, Calrief nor frown
Just as she gazed in other lands on some _cathedral_ dies or of hyhts took wing: Back to his ho-- Heard the softest-toned _piano_ touched by hands he used to love
Was it home or was it heaven? Was that music from above?
Oh, for one place or the other! In his mountain air to die, Once more upon his mother's breast, as in infancy, to lie!
The scene has changed Where is he now? Not on the cold, daround
Whence ca stand around?
What friendly hands have borne him to his own free _mountain_ air?
And father, entle ministries of love may soothe him in his pain; Water to cool his fevered lips he need not ask in vain
His mother shades the _candle_ when she steals across the rooloorant _lemon_ cools his thirst, pressed by his sister's hand-- Not one can do enough for hi days! How full of pleasant pain!
How pleasant to take up the old, the dear old life again!
Now, sitting on the wooden bench before the cottage door, How many times they ht and how he fell; how he longed again to fight; And hoould die fighting yet for the triuood old ive hiain--her first-born son, her pride?
His sisters with their _worsted_ his stockings fashi+on too, In patriotic colors--the red, the white, the blue
If he should never wear theive theood as he
They're dreadful hos; one can not well say less, But whosoever wears 'em--why, may he have _success_!
Here are samples of the charades referred to by Miss Morse:
ON RETURNING A LOST GLOVE TO A FRIEND
MARCH, 1873
A hand I aers five; Alive I am not, yet was once alive