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bid his friend adieu, and to lament with his latest breath, that, though a taste of pleasure might quicken the relish of life, an unrestrained indulgence is inevitable destruction,
THE FARMER AND HIS THREE SONS.
A farmer, who some wealth possessed,
With three fine boys was also blessed ;
The lads were healthy, stout and young,
And neither wanted sense nor tongue.
Tom, Will and Jack, like other boys,
Loved tops and marbles, sport and toys.
The father scouted that false plan,
That money only makes the man ;
But to the best of his discerning,
Was bent on giving them good learning :
He was a man of observation,
No scholar, yet had penetration;
So, with due care, a school he sought,
Where his young sons might well be taught.
Quoth he, “I know not which rehearses
Most properly his themes or verses ;
Yet I can do a father's part,
And school the temper, mind and heart;
The natural bent of each I'll know,
And trifles best that bent may show."
'Twas just before the closing year,
When Christmas holidays were near,
The farmer called to see his boys,
And asked how each his time employs.
Quoth Will, “There's father, boys, without ;
He's brought us something good, no doubt.”
The father sees their merry faces,
With joy beholds them, and embraces.
Come, boys, of home you 'll have your fill.”
Yes, Christmas now is near,” says Will ;
“ 'Tis just twelve days—these notches see-
My notches with the days agree.”
“Well,” said the sire, “again I'll come,
And gladly fetch my brave boys home.
You two the dappled mare shall ride,
Jack mount the pony by my side.
Meantime, my lads, I've brought you here
No small provision of good cheer.”
Then from his pocket straight he takes
A vast profusion of plum-cakes ;
He counts them out, a plenteous store ;
No boy shall have or less or more ;
Twelve cakes he gives to each dear son,
When each expected only one ;
And then, with many a kind expression,
He leaves them to their own discretion ;
Resolved to mark the use each made
Of what he to their hands conveyed.
The twelve days past, he comes once more,
And brings the horses to the door;
The boys with rapture, soe, appear
The pony and the dappled mare;
Each moment now an hour they count,
And crack their whips and long to mount.
As with the boys his ride he takes,
He asks the history of the cakes.
Says Will, “Dear father, life is short;
So I resolved to make quick sport.
The cakes were all so nice and sweet,
I thought I'd have one jolly treat;
Why should I balk,' said I, ' my taste ?
I'll make at once a hearty feast.'
So snugly by myself I fed,
When every boy was gone to bed ;
I gorged them all, both paste and plum,
And did not spare a single crumb;
Indeed they made me, to my sorrow,
As sick as death upon the morrow.
This made me mourn my rich repast,
And wish I had not fed so fast."
Quoth Jack, “I was not such a dunce,
To eat my quantum up at once;
And though the boys all longed to clutch 'em,
I would not let a creature touch 'em ;
Nor though the whole were in my power,
Would I one single cake devour ;
Thanks to the use of keys and locks,
They 're all now snug within my box :
The mischief is, by hoarding long,
They are grown so mouldy and so strong,
I find they won't be fit to eat,
And I have lost my father's treat."
“Well, Tom,” the anxious parent cries,
“How did you manage ?” Tom replies,
"I shunned each wide extreme to take,
To glut my maw, or hoard my cake;
I thought each day its wants would have,
And appetite again might crave;
Twelve school-days still my notches counted,
To twelve my father's cakes amounted;
So every day I took out one,
But never ate my cake alone;
With every needy boy I shared,
And more than half I always spared.
One every day, 'twixt self and friend,
Has brought my dozen to an end :
My last remaining cake to-day
I would not touch, but gave away;
A boy was sick, and scarce could eat;
To him it proved a welcome treat:
Jack called me spendthrift not to save;
Will dubbed me fool because I gave;
But when our last day came, I smiled,
For Will's were gone, and Jack's were spoiled;
Not hoarding much, nor eating fast,
I served a needy friend at last,"
These tales the father's thoughts employ ;
“By these,” said he, “I know each boy :
Yet Jack, who hoarded what he had,
The world will call a frugal lad ;
And selfish, gormandizing Will
Will meet with friends and favorers still ;
While moderate Tom, so wise and cool,
The mad and vain will deem a fool;
But I his sober plan approve,
And Tom has gained his father's love."
So, when our day of life is past,
And all are fairly judged at last,
The miser and the sensual find
How each misused the gifts assigned ;
While he, who wisely spends and gives
To the true ends of living lives :
'Tis self-denying moderation
Gains the Great Father's approbation.
Thought is the great builder in human life; it is the determining factor. Continually think thoughts that are good, and your life will show forth in goodness, and your body in health and beauty. Continually think evil
. thoughts, and your life will show forth in evil, and your body in weakness and repulsiveness. Think thoughts of love, and you will love and will be loved. Think thoughts of hatred, and you will hate, and will be hated. Each follows its kind.
It is by virtue of this law that each person creates his own 'atmosphere'; and this atmosphere is determined by the character of the thought he habitually entertains. It is, in fact, simply his thought atmosphere—the atmosphere which other people detect and are influenced by.
--RALPH WALDO TRINE.
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts, therefore guard accordingly, and take care, that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue, and unreasonable to nature.
- MARCUS AURELIUS.
Man is only a reed, the weakest in nature, but a thinking reed. It is not necessary that the universe in its entirety should arm itself to crush him. A vapour, a drop of water, is sufficient to slay him. But even were the funiverse to crush him, man would still be nobler than that which kills him, because he knows he dies. Of the advantage which the universe has over man it is unconscious. Thus the whole of our nobility consists in the sught,