DECEMBER 10 
Riches . 
Abundance is a blessing to the wise; 
The use of riches in discretion lies; 
learn this, ye men of wealth—a heavy purse 
In a fool’s pocket is a heavy curse. 
pUMBERLAND. 
Riches, like insects, while concealed they lie, 
Wait but for wings, and in their seasons fly. 
Pofe. 
DECEMBER 11 
Anger . 
Whin 
The angry word suppress’d, the taunting thought; 
Subduing and subdu’d, the petty strife 
Which clouds the colour of domestic life; 
The sober comfort, all the peace which springs, 
From the large aggregate of little things; 
On these small cares of daughter, wife or friend, 
The almost sacred joys of home depend. 
JIannah JVIoore. 
DECEMBER 12 
. Good nature. 
White Mullein 
He keeps his temper’d mind serene and pure, 
And ev’ry passion aptly harmonized, 
Amid a jarring world. 
THOMPSON. 
Though time her bloom is stealing, 
There’s still beyond his art— 
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, 
The sunbeam of the heart. 
jdALEECK. 
