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A LOVELY being scarcely formed or moulded,
Nine times out of ten it is over the Bridge of Sighs that we pass the narrow gulf from youth to manhood. That interval is usually occupied by an ill-placed or disappointed affection. We recover and find ourselves a new being. The intellect has become hardened by the fire through which it has passed. The mind profits by the wreck of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.
The fresh and buoyant sense of being
In girls we love what they are; in lads what they promise.
Youth is perpetual intoxication; 'tis the fever of reason.
What in our view marks the full development of manhood, and dissevers it totally from the states of boyhood and youth, is a sustained self-mastery. When the energies are not the slaves of excitement; when the fiery impatience of occasional effort has become the perseverant energy of continued work; when the powers are ranged in ordered submission under the will; when the motives are not the faint wavering fatui or meteors of the hour, but the guiding principle of the life is clearly ascertained and resolutely adhered to,—then the boy has passed into the man.
The clue of our destiny, wander where we will, lies at the cradle foot.
How infinite the wealth of love and hope
The smallest child is nearest to God, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure.
A babe is a mother's anchor.
Did you ever see our baby?—Little Tot,
With her eyes so sparkling bright,
And her skin so lily white,
It was a peculiarity of this baby to be always cutting teeth.
Banish the tears of children ; continual rains upon the blossoms are hurtful.
The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
When yet was ever found a mother
Then said the mother to her son,
And pointed to his shield :
The whining schoolboy, with his satchel