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Have love! Hot alone for one, 
But man as man thy brother call; 
And scatter, like the circling sun, 
Thy charities on all. 
Marriage. 
The kindest and the happiest pair 
Will find occasion to forbear; 
And something, every day they live. 
To pity and, perhaps, forgive. 
MERCY. 
— F. Schiller . 
— Cowper. 
The quality of mercy is not strain’d; 
It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven 
Upon the place beneath; it is twice bless’d; 
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 
’Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes 
The throned monarch better than his crown . 
— Shakespeare. 
MERIT. 
Good actions crown themselves with lasting bays, 
Who well deserves, needs not another's praise. 
-r-Anon. 
MOTHER.* 
I miss thee, my mother! when young health has fled, 
And I sink in the languor of pain; 
Where, where is the arm that once pillow’d my head, 
And the ear that once heard me complain ? 
Other hands may support me, gentle accents may fall,— 
Bor the fond and the true are still mine; 
I’ve a blessing for each,—I am grateful to all,— 
But whose care can be as soothing as thine? 
— Anon. 
♦See, also, pages 200, 201 and 202. 
