JUNE SECOND
Ethelbert baptized 597.
John Randolph born 1773.
Thomas Hardy born 1840.
In battle or business, whatever
the game,
In law or in love, it is ever
the same:
In the struggle for power,
or scramble for pelf,
Let this be your motto:
“Rely on yourself.”
—John G. Saxe.
Labor is necessary to excellence.
This is an eternal truth, although
vanity cannot be taught to
believe or indolence to heed it.
—John Randolph.
But let each man prove his
own work, and then shall he have his
glorying in regard of himself
alone, and not of his neighbor.
—Galatians 6. 4.
Almighty God, I regret the hours of indiscretion and waste; through thy forgiveness may I have thy help over past wrongs. May I have a deeper conception of a profitable life, that I may hereafter live by it. Amen.
JUNE THIRD
Sydney Smith born 1771.
Dr. John Gregory born 1724.
Richard Cobden born 1804.
Jefferson Davis born 1808.
Norman Macleod born 1812.
Certainly, let the board be spread and let the bed be dressed for the traveler; but let not the emphasis of hospitality lie in these things. Honor to the house where they are simple to the verge of hardship, so that there the intellect is awake and reads the law of the universe, the soul worships truth and love, honor and courtesy flow into all deeds.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Kind actions, and good wishes,
and pure thoughts
No mystery is here: Here
is no boon
For high—yet not
for low: The smoke ascends
To heaven as lightly from
the cottage hearth
As from the haughtiest palace.
—William Wordsworth.
Given to hospitality.
—Romans 12. 13.
Gracious Father, I beseech thee to give me wisdom for kind thoughts and deeds. Teach me true hospitality, that I may be gracious in my own home and appreciative in the home of others. May I not temper my hospitality for certain reasons, but have a genuine welcome for all. Amen.
JUNE FOURTH
George III born 1738.
Lord Edward Fitzgerald died 1798.
General Garnet Wolseley born 1833.
This is the gospel of labor—ring
it,
Ye bells of the
kirk—
The Lord of Love came down
from above
To live with the
men who work.
This is the rose he planted,
here
In the thorn-cursed
soil;
Heaven is blest with perfect
rest, but
The blessing of
earth is toil.
—Henry van Dyke
No man is born into the world
whose work
Is not born with him.
There is always work
And tools to work withal,
for those who will;
And blessed are the horny
hands of toil.