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From the Waverley Magazine.
Ode to Time.
Slowly rolls tby wheel. O Time 1
Coming! going! past!
Drifting towards tbe realms sublime—
Going! fading fast!
Echoless thy sileut tread,
Sleepless e’er thy towering head.
Still untouched thy virgin bed
Slowly gliding past.
Thou didst view the planet's birth
With thy sleepless eyes ;
Thou didst bear tbe first dread enrse,
And the victim’s sighs ;
Tbou couldst brood upon the sight,
And, in tby unceasing flight,
Didst assuage their bitter blight,
Soothing their sad cries.
When from out the ocean’s bed
Mighty vapors rose,
And o'er land their liquid shed,
Mid strained nature’s throes.
Thou didst view the erring race
Fleeing from the waters’ chase,
Dying iu their fierce embrace,
Cursing in their woes.
When, again, the waking earth
Teemed with beings fair,
Gladly smiled, in its new birth,
’Neath tbe Maker’s care.
Thou again wert passing o’er
Towards the dim eternal shore,
Sweeping on forevermore—
Wandering, wandering—where ?
Thou hast witnessed mighty hosts
In their giant power,
And heard Monarch’s lordly boasts
In pride’s haughty hour ;
Yet hast thou strolled gently by
Where their crumbling ashes lie.
Swept by bleak winds far and nigb,
Mocking life’s brief power.
Dost thou leave thy dead behind,
Midst dim memorie’s gloom ?
Will tbe naked soul then find
Brighter realms in bloom ?
When the grim destroyer’s spell
Steals a soul’s vain mortal shell,
Where then ehall the spirit dwell—
What its fate or doom ?
Shall the fierce internal strife
Rack its strings no more ?
Is its longing, dreamy life
Wrecked upon a shore
Where the senseless atoms strand,
Where decaying creatures blend,
Where all bitter sorrows end,
And thought lives no more?
Oh! tbou bast a silent tongue,
Grim,|relentless Time ;
Could Fate’s purpose but be wrung
From thy lips sublime!
For tbou’rt wise, I know full well,
And our anxious fears co ildst quell ;
Yet hast thou no tale to tell
Os the immortal clime?
Keep thy mighty secret, then ;
Smile with knowing eyes,
Speed to tby eternal deft ;
Hence no echo flies.
Be thy journey joy or woe,
I would not its purport know.
And my fragile soul o’ertbrow
With awe’s crushing cries.
Tbou dost smile upon me now,
In life’s brittle chain :
W ben to death I meekly bow,
Thou wilt smile, again,
And wilt greet each coming race
In thy hoary, grim embrace ;
Still wilt wander when no truce
Os their forms remain.
WIXSIEU) Stkckei..
Frankness.— Be frank with the
world Frankness is the child of
honesty and courage Say what
you mean to do on every Occasion,
and lake it for granted that you
mean to do just what is right. If
a friend ask you a favor, you should
grant it, if it is reasonable; if it is
not tell him plainly why you cannot.
You will wrong him and wrong
yourself by equivocation of any
kind. Never do a wrong thing to
make a friend or keep one"; the man
who requires you to do so is dearly
purchased, and at a sacrifice. Deal
kiadly and firmly with all men, and
you will find it the policy which
wears the best. Above all, do not
appear to others what you are not.
If you have any fault to find with
any one, tell , him, not others, of
what you complain. There is no
more dangerous experiment than
that of undertaking to do one thing
to a man’s face and another behind
his back. We should live, act and
speak out of doors, as the phrase
is, and say and do what we are wil
ling should be kuown by all men.—
It is not only best as a matter of
principle, but as a matter of policy.
From the College Bell.
Will It Pay ?
BY ORIOLE.
Will it pay ? this is a legitimate
question, and the all-absorbing one
of this truly mechanical age. Wil
it pay ? is a problem, the solution of
which, has wrought mighty changes
in the physical social and political
world. It has built tip empires,
levelled the pride of nations, freight
ed the seas with the rich products
of national commerce, or burdened
its heaving bosom with the death
missiles of contending armies. It
has constructed the world in its pa
geantry of wealth, and given vital
ity to every material interest of
this globe. Over the great ocean
of thought it has stood like a Genii
making the waves of passion and
sympathy roll and heave at the
touch of its wand. It has inspired
the child of genius, unknown to
fortune and to fame, and made him
the benefactor of his race. It has
dug into the deepest recesses of na
ture, and exposed the glittering
jewels that gleam in her vaulted
caves, and brought to light her se
cret agencies as ministers to man’s
comfort and happiness. The Auro
ra borealis, shooting its quivering
light amid the lustre of polar stars,
is but an embodiment of the sab
tile agency that strikes -its polished
shafts of magnetic fire to terrify
the nations of the earth.
Alike potent, is the subject of
this theme.
There was a time when scholastic
philososhy sought its own gratifi
cation in the multiplication of the
ories and hypotheses—when men
devoted time, talents and energy to
art and science, from the noble mo
tives of enriching human knowl
edge. Whole lives were passed in
delving into the unexplored mines
of truth, with the the simple
reward of originating an idea or
discovering a fact; bat the time is
past when men are satisfied with the
bare idea of becoming a benefactor
of the race. Now, science, litera
ture and art abide the all powerful
touchstone, “ will it pay ?” Social,
political and moral destiny are
placed iu the mercenary scales. The
relation between labor and compen
sation, cost and profit, is indelibly
impressed upon every department
of life. The man of science trans
mutes the beautiful pebbles of truth
into the golden dust of avarice.—
In the quiet laboratory of his
thoughts he counts the dollars and
cents that inspire the efforts of bis
genius. Instead of delving for the
diamond, he seizes the blackened
coal to counterfeit its crystals.
Will it pay ? is the absorbing
thought in every stroke of art, in
every profession of life.
Thus the world is taught to prize
the counterfeit as the genuine coin,
and the feverish desire for gain, ob
literates those warm sensibilities
that should fill a virtuous heart and
life. ‘‘lt will pay,” lays its releut*
less hand upon character, drags
from oblivion deeds by virtue crown
ed, or awakes to life those frailties
over which the grave with all its
cruelty casts its pitying veil. What
but well filled coffers, visions of or
ange groves, could have tempted
the foul spirit of Uncle Tom’s Cab
in. What but greed of gain could
have commanded that profane touch,
which stealthily invaded the sanct
ity of the tomb to pluck immortal
honors from the brow of death. — :
Bright in immortelles the Bard
sleeps on, nor little recks he of that
recreant hand, that lays its puny
efforts on his brow. She is paid !
such pay as Shakespear says, “does
not enrich,” bat leaves her poor in
deed.
Byron’s gems of thought will re
flect their beauty in the world of
poesy where ever genius eonse
crates her shrine. Hers, live as the
bubble upon some stagnant pool,
that fell too plainly ol the corrup
tion beneath the feculent waters.—
How many are striving to “make
it pay ” by seizing the current of
events, not “to point a moral, or
adorn a tale,” but to create a sensa
tional theme, where the rank pas
sions of the human heart gloat in
the corruptions of vicious life.—
Here in this great thoroughfare
you will find every variety of char
acter from the animalculi in reputa
tion, to the mammoth cheat Here
is the quack crying his “ cure-all ”
to the credulous crowd. The carpet
bagger couuting over bis nine dol
lars per day, the wiry politician
watching the wind and the tide,
the lawyer the faith of
his client, the judge waiting for a
bribe, preachers with money -chan
gers selling doves, pedagogues with
the shortest way to learn by rule
and strict directions bow to gradu
ate a fool. To count the cost of any
enterprise that is honorable and
make it pay the fruits of virtuous
toil, is|he grand achievement of hu
man existence. It multiplies the
sources ot genuine happiness, and
“ feeding the fainting multitude ” it
“ gathers up the fragments,” and
nothing is lost to virtue or to truth.
But ill-gotten gain and hoarded
wealth, will never pay the price it
costs; ’tis the soul that needs enrich
ing ! make its treasures pay, and
beyond the touch of time, ’twill
flourish in immortal bloom.
See’st thou the man who •> made it pay,”
He counted his heaps ot shilling gold o’er and
o’er,
He had enough, but wanted more;
I will pull down my barns and greater build,
And plant, and reap a doable »tore v '
Say will it pay t
A voice said nay I
Thou fool to the spirit sow, —
See’st thou the beggar at tby door ?
Sell what thou lust, and to him give ;
“T’wili pay,” when thbu may’st no longer
live,
“Cast thy bread upou the waters wide,”
And thou shalt find it in the even tide,
Wheu thy heart most pines for peace 1
Truth and integrity alone wilt pay,
Wheu the riches of iarth are passing away,—
Be honest, be upright, all else is vaiu;—
’Twill pay with joy in life, in death be gain !
A Time for Mirth.
We have no quarrel with smiles.
They are good for constant wear.
But there is something in down
right laughter that smiles cannot
attain to, by any amount of constan
cy; and we write to inquire wheth
er the good old wholesome custom
of laughing is not losing ground ?
Whether men are not getting too
self-restrained, too dignified, or too
busy to perform this delightful du
ty in all the richness and fulness of
the olden time ? llow well we re
member our good old father, long
after the gray began to show, sit
ting in the parlor while the chil
dren “ were having a time ”—tell
ing stories, acting ludicrous scenes,
reciting all manner of mirth-provok
ing matters —not with a permissive
smile upon his face, but laughing
heartily, till he could scarcely sit
erect, till the tears ran down his
cheeks, till he could laugh no more,
every drop of the precious wine
having run out! Then after the
mirth had held its hour, we gather
ed around the table, and more so
ber tasks, but mellow and genial,
took the place of laughter. But
the crust had been broken up. The
life had been roused, and the con
verse wetft all the deeper for hav
ing been so stirred at the begin
ning.
It is a real blessing to have one
in a family who is sensitive to the
ludicrous. There are enough to re
flect the sad side of life, and its ir
table side, and its sober side. We
need one or more to show the mirth
that often trembles just below the
surface of painful things. A real
impetuous laugh dissipates many
illusions, sweeps the twilight out
of our imaginations, and brings
honest daylight. But it must be
real. No dry, hacking laugh- It
should be spontaneous, outbursting,
irresistible, infectious. We have,
seen men fall to laughing who have
not heard the cause ot mirth, but
only have caught the contagion of
other men’s laughing. It is hard
not to laugh with men who are in
earnest about it.
People talk about the grim Puri
tans. We do not know how it
was in Old England, but can speak
for New England very emphatical
ly, that more genuine natures nev
er were found under buttons than
animated the old-fashioned minis
ters of New England. Verydigni
bed they were, to be sure, when on
duty, and very grave and solemn
when on the street. For they were
taught to be ministers in public,
but men in private. The “Minis
ter’s Association ” used to meet at
our father’s house about once a
year. There was much religious
conference and consultation, there
were devout public services, and
deep theological discussions. But
when the period of duty was over,
then came the great dinner, and af
ter that the social afternoon, with
the side-splitting stories and its
hearty mirth. Better story-tellers
there never were ! Better laughing
at good tales, ot comical people and
ludicrous events, never rewarded
story-tellers!
If there had been any collisions,
any grudges, any irritations of dis
cussion, they were all swept away
iti the tide of various mirth ; and
when the social band broke up and
rode away home, they were wiser,
better, and happier men, for both
prayer and laughter!
Let no man imagine that he shall
inherit the blessings of laughter
who only sniffs, or who impotently
giggles, or has that empty laughter
of the fool—the thorns burning and
crackling of Solomon. But busy
men, and wise men, and men whose
hearts carry sorrows, and earnest
men, too tense by half, with long
continued responsibility, will tin t
life aud strength in good, honest,
thorough-going laughter.
It is a pity that mourners and
laughers could not trade with each
other. As it is now, too often
mourners do all the mourning, and
laughers do all the laughing. It is
good for sorrow to have some stars
in its horizon.
Take your standard of a man
from his mind, and not the dress.
From the Springfield Republican.
Mysteries of the Toilet.
With your kiud permission, I
have a few words to say to that
Boston girl who asks the following
questions of other girls :
“ Could you love a man who wore
false hair on his head when he had
enough of his own? Who painted
his face and improved his form as
you improve (?) yours? Who
pinched his feet with small shoes,
his hands with small gloves, his
waist with corsets, and then, as if
he had not already deformed him
self enough, tied a huge bustle to
his back, and thrust tiny mountains
of wire into his bosom ?”
lam disgusted with you, Bos
ton, or any other girl, who follows
the fashions, and then rails about
them, for there is not a doubt that
you are the very personification of
style, from the jute switch that sur
mounts your cranium to the dainty
French boots'which torture your ti
ny feet. I hold that it -is every
body’s duty to look as well as they
can, or as their circumstances will
admit of; and what would be said
of any girl or woman who did not
arrange her hair after tbe prevail
ing style, although there are plenty
of ladies who do that, with only
their own luxuriant tresses, with
out getting any crodit for it as ev
ery one says, “ What a splendid
switch !” whose boots and gloves
did not set neatly, who wore ill-fit
ting dresses; and supposing we do
wear bustles, when they are proper
ly adjusted, instead of being a de
formity they are very becoming.—
There is nothing injurious about
them, and we must have some va
riety. Women dress to please the
men, and there is not a man in
Christendom, who has the moral
courage to appear in public with a
lady dressed, however modestly and
sensibly, if in disregard of the fash
ion.
And when you come right down
to the nicety of the point, and talk
about getting one’s self up to look
pretty, the men use quite as much
deception for that purpose as the
women, and quite as much tilue
and money. Your gentleman pays
a barber by the week to keep his
hair and whiskers in order, and to
brush end clean and fix him up, and
turn him out in the morning, fit for
his place of business, and at night
presentable for the evening; aud a
tailor by the year to keep him well
dressed. And you just go to these
tailors, to the “ artist tailors ” in
Temple Place, in your own city, for
instance, aud see what they will
tell you, if you can persuade them
to tell, of stays and corsets, padded
chests, shoulders, aud even legs,
to which the “ tiny mountains of
wire,” which, perhaps, some ladies
wear—although for my own part I
never saw such a thing—are not a
circumstance.
Men quite as often use cosmetics
as women. They wash in borax
and lemon juice, use endless quan
tities of glycerine and sweet oil—
aud ean tell the girls secrets about
sleeping in kid gloves, aud poultic
ing hands and face to make them
white. Perhaps you have a big
brother. I have, and a big cousin,
both of whom, delight in looking as
irresistible as possible, and some of
the mysteries of the toilet into
which these same lords of creation
have imitated us girls would aston
ish you. Why, bless you, Boston,
we didn’t even know there was
such a thing as “ Pearltina” until
they told us. “ Most all the stu
dents use it,” says cousin Tom, who
is at Yamherst; “can’t get along
without it, it makes them so fair."
And then brother Jack tells who
buys cosmetics at his drug store,
and it is not the girls.
I know for a certainty of more
men that paint their faces than I do
women —really paint, pink and
•white ; and you can’t find oue lady
in five hundred that does that. Al
most every lady sometimes uses a
little innocent toilet powder, to
counteract the effect of a soap, and
make no secret of it, but that is a
very different thing from poison
paint. Bo you say it is only young
clerks and students that are so vain?
You are mistaken. Vanity is not
confined to a class. I have heard a
lady say, who for years kept a
large boarding house tor gentlemen,
and at different times numbered
professional men, railroad officials,
insurance agents, drummers, me
chanics, etc., amoDg her patrons,
that nearly every toilet table was
supplied with paint, and she knew
they used it. And 110 harm iu it
either, only this universal painting
makes on® almost fancy that 1 Civ
ilizati Jn’s a failure, and the Caucas
ian played out.”
Hike to see fair play. The men
need not blame the women for
twhat hey are continually doing
themselves. '' Could you love a
man who pinched his feet?” I
should just like to see Boston or
any other girl find a man to love
who does not wear boots a full size
too small for him.
Did you ever see a man’s bare
foot ? I wish you could see bro
ther Jack’s. They look about as
much Like a lady’s soft, white, pvet
ty, perfect shaped feet as they do
like mud turtles. Corns here, and
dislocations there, bunions on the
joints, and the toes piled up on top
of another, with the ends turned
under. And I know by the sly
talk I hear between him and his
chums about ointments and corn
plasters that he is Bot an exception.
After making the few follies of
the gentler sex their own, in an ag
gravated degree, these male bipeds
assert their manliness, by chewing
tobacco, smoking cigars, or worse,
a nasty pipe, by staggering home
several times a week the worse for
liquor, by keeping disreputable
company of the opposite sex at
their own, indulging in fast horses,
betting at races, playing at billiards,
and squandering their money gen
erally. And it is very little appre
ciation the wives, mothers, daugh
ters, and sisters, get for keeping
themselves nice, pure, dainty, and
pretty, aud for doing everything in
their power to make home pleasant
and attractive for them. Boston
had better let the meu fight their
own battles as they are quite able
to do, and if she has anything smart
to say, let it be on the other side of
the question. To be sure her arti
cle would not stand so good a
chance of getting printed as any
thing down on the women ; every
editor will give it a conspicuous
place, and every man will chuckle
over and read it aloud to his lady
friends within hearing, and mark
the piece and send it to those at a
distance. Whether my letter is
read or not, I have freed my mind,
and that is one satisfaction to
A SrRiNUFiKLp Girl.
A Mother’s Prayer.
In tby little cradle-bed,
With thy lips so rosy red,
Little winsome angel fa r, ,
Mother’s prayer above the said.
Heaven protect thee, little one;
In tbe weary years to come ;
Help thee in the weary strife,
Take the to a better life
When thy little span is run!
Old Maids and Bachelors.
There are men and women who,
like some flowers, bloom in exquis
ite beauty in a desert wild; they
are like trees which you often see
growing in luxuriant strength out
of a crevice of a rock where there
seems not earth to support a shrub.
The words “Old Maid,” “Old Bach
elor,” have in them other sounds
than that of half reproach or scorn;
they call up to our minds, forms aud
faces than which note arc dearer in
all this world. The bloom of youth
has possibly faded from their cheek,
but there lingers around form and
face something dearer than that.—
Perhaps the years of maiden life
were spent in self denying toil,
which was too engrossing to listen
even to the call of love, and she
grew old too soon in the care of
mother or sister and brother.—
Now in these latter years she looks
back calmly upon some half-cherish
ed hopes, onco attractive, of hus
band and child, but which, long,
long ago she willingly gave up for
present duty. So to-day in her
loneliness, who shall say that she is
not beautiful and dear ?
So is she to the wide circle which
she blesses. To some she has been
all that a mother could have been;
and though no nearer name than
“aunt” or “sister” has been hers,
she has to-day a mother’s claim and
a mother's love. Disappointment
has not soured but only chastened ;
the midday or the afternoon of her
life is all full of kindly sympathies
and gentle deeds. Though uu wed
ded, hers has been no fruitless life.
It is an almost daily wonder to
me why some women are married,
and not a less marvel why many I
see are not. But this I know, that
many and many a household would
be desolate indeed, and many a
family circle would lose its bright
est ornament, and its best power,
were maiden sister or maiden aunt
removed.
Yonder isolated man, whom tlie
world wonders at never having
found a wife, who shall tell you all
the secret history of the by-gone
time ! of hopes and loves that once
were buoyant and fond, but which
death, or more bitter disappoint
ment dashed to the ground ; of sor
row which the world has never
known. Now he walks among men
somewhat alone, with some eccen
tricities, but with a warm and
kindly eye. If he has no home,
there is many a home made glad by
his presence; if there is no one
heart to which he may cling in ap
propriating love, there are many
hearts that go out toward him, and
many voices which invoks benedic
tion on his head.
To Farmers.— Of all the dreary
places, deliver us from the dreary
farm houses, which so many people
call home. Bars for a front gate;
chickens wallowing before the door;
pig pens elbowing the house in the
rear ; scraggy trees never cared for,
or no trees at all; no cheering
shrubs; no neatness; no trimness.
And yet, a lawn, aud trees, ami a
neat walk, and a pleasant fence
around it, don’t cost a great deal.—
They can be secured little by little,
at odd times, and the expense hard
ly felt. And if the time comes when
it is best to sell the farm, fifty dol
lars so invested, will often bring
back five hundred. For a man is a
brute, who will not insensibly yield
to a higher price for such a farm,
when he thinks of the pleasant sur
roundings it offers to his wife aud
children. Farmers, beautify and
adorn your farms; set put orchards
shrubbery, shade trees ; lay off
lawns; build good fences; put up
good gates, and paint or whitewash
your outhouses and fences.
A phTsician being asked by a
patient if he thought a little spirits
now and then would hurt him much,
replied, “ I do not know that a lit
tle occasionally Svonld hurt you
much ; but if you don’t take any, it
won’t hurt you at all.”
YOL. Y-NO. 8
Radical Incendiarism.
As an indication of the reckless
and incendiary spirit with which a
portion of our colored population
have been imbued by the emmissa
ries of Radicalism, we give the fol
lowing preamble and resolutions
which were adopted by the negro
convention in Atlanta on Saturday
last. This malicious and incendia
ry fulmination was no doubt con
cocted by some vilainous carpet
bagger who, no friend to either the
negro or his own race, seeks, if not
to inaugurate insurrection at the
South, at least to impose on the
credulity and iuflame the prejudices
of the Northern people for partisan
purposes.
We confess our astonishment that
any body of colored men in Geor
gia could be duped into giving the
sanction of their endorsement to
such a vile and wicked slander.
The following was ottered by
Clem Harris, of Fulton county:
Whereas, The State of Georgia
is cursed by bands of organized
bodies of human fiends who roam
about under the dark cover of night,
with disfigured faces and bodies,
for the purpose of shooting, beat
ing and killing innocent colored
persons;
Whereas , They perpetrate these
hellish and diabolical outrages un
known to civilization, revolting to
human sense, for no other cause
than because these persons vote the
Republican ticket, or refuse to work
without pay.
Whereas , These God forsaken
and Heaven-daring wretches, not
worthy of fuel enough to burn theii*
felonious carcasses, who ar® too
mean to die and are unfit to live, are
fast exterminating our race at the
rate we are being slaughtered; there
fore, be it
Resolved, That we call upon our
people in all parts of the State to
organize themselves in self-protect
ing associations, and labor by all
the might in their grasp, and at ev
ery hazard stop this reigu of blood
and earnage.
Resolved, That self-protection is
the first law r in nature, and that
where the law of the land is power
less to protect its citizens, that they
have a right to die in their own de
fence.
Resolved, That this Convention
regard it a moral, religious and pub
lic duty to hunt down and destroy
these villains, as they are more des
tructive in a country than if it were
infested with mad dogs and hyenas,
and are far more deserving exter
mination.
That acts of lawlessness and vio
lence do sometimes occur in our
midst, aud that there are bad men
both black and white in Georgia,
whom the laws do not always re
strain from the commission of crime,
all mast admit and deplore. But
that crime is more prevalent in
Georgia than in other sections of
the couutry North and South, that
the laws are not as rigidly enforced
for the protection of black and white
alike, or that the public sentiment
of Georgia does not reprobate and
condemn lawlessness of every kind,
we most sincerely and emphatically
deny. Furthermore we condemn
as slanderous, unwise, and wicked,
the charges and threats contained
in the above resolutions, aud we
warn the honest, industrious, and
lawabiding colored men of Georgia
against such malignant and mali
cious counsellors. — Sow. N'nos.
Do good to thy friend, that he
may be more than thy friend; your
enemy, that he may become thy
friend. Bo a friend to virtue, a
stranger to vice. Govern thy
tongue, and loaru to bear misfor
tune.
If a spider break his thread twen
ty times, twenty times will he mend
it again. Make up your mind to do
a thing, and you will do it. Fear
not, if troubles come upon you;
keep up your spirits, though the
day be dark,
—The census returns show that
the Presbyterians are the wealthiest
denomination in Philadelphia, their
property being worth more than
$4,000,000. They also furnish more
sittings than any other Church.—
The Episcopalians stand next in
both respects.
Test of Character.— We may
judge of a man’s character by what
he loves as readily as by his asso
ciates. If a person is wed to low
and sorbid objects—if he takes de
light iu that bachanalian revel, the
vulgar song and debasing language
—we can at once tell the complex
ion of his uiiud. On the contrary,
if he is found in the society of the
good—if he loves purity and truth
—we are satisfied that he is an up
right man. A maid debased will
not be found mi a holy assembly,
nor among the wise and good. Ho
whose affections are encircled by
goodness, seeks not his gratification
at the haunts of vice.— Colton.
Borrowing Trouble.— How
many thousand are there, whose en
ergies are paralyzed by borrowing
trouble! If they are not very un
fortunate to-duy, they aro certain
they will be so to-morrow. They
spend so much of their tirao groan
ing, that they have but little left for
the performance of the duties of life.
Such are not the men to whom the
world commits important trusts,
and whom it is ready to assist. If
you tell the world that you are go
ing to fail in any undertaking, it
will bo sure to take you at your
word. And men are most ready to
help those who appear to need it the
least. If you are weak, do your
best to be cheerful.