“I accumulated,” said he, “about one-half of my property by attending to my own business and the other half by letting other people’s entirely alone.”

Toil on.—If you want knowledge you must toil for it; if food you must toil for it; if pleasure you must toil for it. Toil is the law. Pleasure comes through toil, and not by self-indulgence and indolence. When a girl gets to love work her life is a happy one.

I Don’t Care!—When you say “I don’t care!” see that your tone of voice doesn’t indicate that you do.

No, not Heavy.

A little girl was wandering in an Edinburgh street, dragging about a great baby boy almost as big as herself.

A clergyman who was passing stopped and said, “Why, my little lass, can you carry that boy? He must be heavy.”

The child looked up in his face and gasped, “No, sir, he’s no heavy. He’s my brither.”

Surely a whole sermon in itself!

With his Friend.

In a London mission school near a “settlement,” the teacher asked, “Where does Jesus live?”

A small boy spoke up: “Some of His friends have come to live in our alley, and I think He lives with them.”

A Poet’s Marriage.

Robert Browning, the famous poet, and Elizabeth Browning, one of the sweetest and truest of our poetesses, were married on the 12th of September, 1846, in the parish church of St. Marylebone.

The poet proved a model husband, intensely devoted to his wife, proud of her genius, and watchful over her happiness. In his “Life” we read that in 1851, and indeed “on each succeeding visit paid to London with his wife, he commemorated his marriage in a manner all his own. He went to the church in which it had been solemnised and kissed the paving-stones in front of the door.”

Time for Everything.—There is time enough for everything in the day if you do but one thing at once.