Do not tell me the books you have read; let me glean it from your conversation.  Do not tell me of the people you associate with; let me observe it by your manners.—­Emerson.

HOWELL—­“What sort of a fellow is he?”

POWELL—­“He can make two lemons grow where only one grew before and then hand them both to you when you are not looking.”—­Judge.

To those who know thee not, no words can paint!  And those who know thee, know all words are faint!—­Hannah More.

The Stuff That Counts

The test of a man is the fight he makes,
The grit that he daily shows: 
The way he stands on his feet and takes
Fate’s numerous bumps and blows,
A coward can smile when there’s naught to fear,
When nothing his progress bars,
But it takes a man to stand and cheer
While some other fellow stars.

    It isn’t the victory, after all,
      But the fight that a brother makes;
    The man who, driven against the wall,
      Still stands up erect and takes
    The blows of fate with his head held high,
      Bleeding and bruised, and pale. 
    Is the man who’ll win in the by and by,
      For he isn’t afraid to fail.

    It’s the bumps you get and the jolts you get
      And the shocks that your courage stands. 
    The hours of sorrow and vain regret,
      That prize that escapes your hands
    That test your mettle and prove your worth;
      It isn’t the blows you deal,
    But the blows you take on the good old earth
      That shows if your stuff is real.

  —­Robert W. Service.

BORLEIGH—­“Some men, you know, are born great, some achieve greatness—­”

Miss KEEN—­“Exactly!  And some just grate upon you.”

CHARITY

A tradesman in a certain town put a box outside his shop one day, labeled “For the Blind.”  A few weeks afterward the box disappeared.

“Halloa!  What’s happened to your box for the blind?” he was asked.

“Oh, I got enough money,” he replied.  “And,” pointing upward to the new canvas blind that sheltered his shop-window, “there’s the blind.  Not bad, is it?”

At a Chamber of Commerce dinner a speaker dwelt at great length upon the suffering people of China.  He suggested that all present should give something for them.  A small dry-goods merchant arose and said: 

“You have made for me a feeling already that something should be given.  I move that we give three cheers for China.”

“I’m sorry that my engagements prevent my attending your charity concert, but I shall be with you in spirit.”

“Splendid!  And where would you like your spirit to sit?  I have tickets here for half a dollar, a dollar and two dollars.”

A physician whose sole fee is the consciousness of doing good.

CHEERFULNESS