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November 1st.

ENEROUS as brave

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Affection, kindness, the sweet offices of Love
And Duty, were to him as needful as his
Daily bread.

ENOUGH for us to know that this dark state,

In wayward passions lost and vain pursuits,
This infancy of being, cannot prove,

The final issue of the works of God,

By boundless Love and perfect Wisdom formed,
And ever rising with the rising mind.

November 2nd.

RESERVED but ready, innocently shrewd,—
In brief a charming flower of womanhood,

WHEN the flowers around are dying,
And autumn winds are sadly sighing,
Mingling wailings with the breeze
That gently stirs the fading trees,
For their beauty never fear!
Glad Spring-time will soon be here.
If a maiden prove untrue,

Never fear!

Other hearts may still love you,

Rogers.

Thomson.

William Allingham.

E'en as dear.

Frederick George Lee.

November 3rd.

HARSH words or cold she never heard or spake,
But simple homage with frank smiles repaid,
And they who served her, served her for the sake
Of being near so fair and kind a maid.
E'en in brute beasts her coming seemed to wake
A human instinct: loud the stables neighed,
Hearing her footfall; and the herds that fed,
Felt her afar, and trooped to greet her tread.

THOUGH other hate, yet will I love my dear;
Though other will of lightness say, "Adieu,"
Yet will I be found steadfast and true.

Alfred Austin.

Sir Thomas Wratt.

November 4th.

BUT if ye saw that which no eyes can see,
The inward beauty of her lively spright,
Garnisht with heavenly guifts of high degree,
Much more then would ye wonder at that sight,

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There dwells sweet love, and constant chastity,
Unspotted faith, and comely womanhood,
Regard of honour, and mild modesty.

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THE world is full of glorious likenesses;

The poet's power is to sort these out,

And to make music from the common strings

With which the world is strung; to make the dumb
Earth utter heavenly harmony.

November 5th.

Is not the whole wide world acold
With tears down dropping in its mould,
The air made gusty with our sighs,

Graves 'neath our feet where'er we tread,

And e'en the tenderest, truest ties

Hang but new swords above our heads.

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Truly we, seeking Happiness,

Find this fair earth but bleak and sad,
But learning well its nothingness,

We grow content and wise and glad.

YOUR words bring daylight with you when you speak.

November 6th.

Edmund Spenser.

Philip James Bailey.

M. 1. T.

George Eliot.

THIS worn-out pen

Has done good service.

E. H. Plumptre.

HERE'S to thee, my Scottish lassie!-in my sad and lonely hours,
The thought of thee comes o'er me like the breath of distant flowers;
Like the music that enchants mine ear, the sights that bless mine eye,
Like the verdure of the meadow, like the azure of the sky,
Like the rainbow in the evening, like the blossom on the tree,

Is the thought, my Scottish lassie-is the lonely thought of thee. John Moultrie.

'MID the struggling folk,

The forgers and the bearers of the yoke,
Weary with wronging and with wrongs, he seemed
As one on whom a light from heaven had beamed.

William Morris.

November 5th.

November 6th,