8. Elizabeth Fry, woman-like, aimed at the improvement of her own sex; but the reform she inaugurated did not stop there; like a circle caused by the descent of a pebble into a lake, it widened and extended until she and her work became household words among all classes of society, and in all civilized countries.

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not too much to say that no laborer in the cause of prison reform ever won a larger share of success. Certainly none ever received a larger meed of reverential love. To those who had sinned against, and had been forgiven by her, Mrs. Fry's memory was something almost too holy for earth. No saint of the Catholic Church ever received truer reverence, or performed such miracles of moral healing. MRS. E. R. PITMAN.

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9. I told my Sunday class to-day about putting on whole armor of God." We talked about the places that don't get covered by it. You know the Achilles story and the legend about Siegfried? how Achilles' heel didn't get dipped into the fluid which made his body invulnerable, and how a leaf rested between Siegfried's shoulders so that one tiny spot was not bathed in the liquid which protected the rest of him? You remember one was killed by a wound in the heel, and the other by an arrow which struck between his shoulders. Now, girls, we haven't been dipped all over in the magic fluid of goodness. Lots and lots of places are bare. We don't help being wicked in hundreds of ways. It's easy not to steal and not to lie, but it is not easy to keep from losing patience, and getting envious, and wanting to have our own way. We have just the least armor on.

A. H. R.

IO. Be more economical in the use of your mother tougue. Apply your terms of praise with precision; use epithets with some degree of judgment and fitness. Do not waste your best and highest words upon inferior objects, and find that when you have met with something which really is superlatively great and good, the terms by which you would distinguish it have all been thrown away upon inferior things that you are bankrupt in expression. If a thing is simply good, say so; if pretty, say so; if very pretty, say so; if fine, say so; if very fine, say so; if grand, say so; if sublime, say so; if magnificent, say so; if splendid, say so. These words all have different meanings, and you may say them all of as many different objects, and not use the word "perfect" once. That is a very large word.

TIMOTHY TITCOMB.

II. Not a little sunshine of our Northern winters is surely wrapped up in the apple. How pleasing to the touch. I love to stroke its polished rondure with my hand, to carry it in my pocket on my tramp over the winter hills, or through the early spring woods. You are company, you red-cheeked spitz, or you salmon-fleshed greening! I toy with you; press your face to mine, toss you in the air, roll you on the ground, see you shine out where you lie amid the moss and dry leaves and sticks. You are so alive! You glow like a ruddy flower. You look so animated I almost expect to see you move! I postpone the eating of you, you are so beautiful! How compact; how exquisitely tinted! Stained by the sun and varnished against the rains.

JOHN BURROUGHS.

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Some of the girls said, sometimes, that "Leslie Goldthwaite liked to be odd; she took pains to be." This was not true; she began with the prevailing fashion — the fundamental idea of it-always, when she had a new thing; but she modified and curtailed, — something was sure to stop her somewhere; and the trouble with the new fashions is that they never stop. She had other work to do, and she must choose the finishing that would take the shortest time; or satin folds would cost six dollars more, and she wanted the money to use differently; the dress was never the first and the must be.

MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY.

She didn't seem to sense anything only ruffles and such like. Her mind seemed to be narrowed down and puckered up, just like trimmin'. MARIETTA HOLLEY.

13. For each of us there waits an Orleans. Some time that crisis-battle must be fought which gives us final victory or ultimate defeat. In that long siege which precedes that crisis-battle we need the faith of Joan, that faith which ranges the soul on the side of the conquering powers, and enlists it in a service which is sure to win. And we need to see our visions, to hear our voices, as did Joan hers; those visions which open to us from the summits of our holiest resolve, our highest endeavor, our most painful abnegation; those voices which lay on us most strenuous commands and whisper to us, in secret chambers of our beleaguered souls, words of conviction, of courage, and of cheer. God grant that we be not unresponsive to that angel voice, that we be not disobedient unto the heavenly visión! ROSE E. CLEveland.

14. In character, in manners, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

LONGFELLOW.

The old fashion of simplicity is the best for all of us. LOUISA M. ALCOTT.

Charles Lamb was just in his admiration of the shining Quakeresses who came up to their Whitsun-conferences clad in white simplicity, a quality in dress, as in behavior, most becoming. Some of the prettiest faces we see may be confined by the linen bands of the Sisters of Mercy or by plain Quaker bonnets, still we are to remember that it is the soul always and not the simple attire which makes faces sweet, and lives beautiful. "Handsome is that handsome does." A. H. R.

15. If there were only a sure and certain receipt for making a cheery person, how glad we would all be to try it! How thankful we would all be to do good like sunshine! To cheer everybody up and help everybody along! To have everybody's face brighten the minute we come in sight! Why, it seems to me there cannot be in this life any pleasure half so great as this would be. If we looked at life only from a selfish point of view, it would be worth while to be a cheery person merely because it would be such a satisfaction to have everybody be glad to live with us, to see us, even to meet us on the street.

"I jist like to let her in at the door," said an Irish servant one day, of a woman I know whose face was always cheery and bright; "the face of her does one good, shure." HELEN HUNT Jackson.

16. "But I do sin," you say, "again and again, and that is what makes me fearful. I try to do better, but I fall and I fail all day long. I try not to be covetous and worldly, but poverty tempts me, and I fall; I try to keep my temper, but people upset me, and I say things of which I am bitterly ashamed the next minute. Can God love such a one as me?" My answer is, If God loved the whole world when it was dead in trespasses and sins, and not trying to be better, much more will he love you who are not dead in trespasses and sins, and are trying to be better. If he were not still helping you; if his Spirit were not with you, you would care no more to become better than a dog or an ox cares. And if you fall - why, arise again. Get up, and go on. You may be sorely bruised, and soiled with your fall, but is that any reason for lying still, and giving up the struggle cowardly? In the name of Jesus Christ, arise and walk.

CHAS. KINGSLEY.

17. I like so much the legend of St. Elizabeth, of Hungary, who did all for charity's sake that is, for love's sweet sake. You know that the heavy load of bread which she was carrying, trying to conceal it from her husband's eye, all turned to roses, red and white, when he commanded her to open the pack which she was bringing to the poor. Gentle deeds of charity always turn fragrant and beautiful in our hands, even when custom, or authority, or fashion, or prudence rebukes us for bestowing gifts. You give a loaf and you let an angel into your heart.

A. H. R.