The wise man shapes himself according to his environments, as water to the shape of the vessel into which it is poured. --_Japanese._ 1273 At the working-man's house hunger may look in, but dare not enter. 1274 I am almost frozen by the distance you are from me. 1275 Manners carry the world for the moment; character, for all time. --_Alcott._ 1276 Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his image. --_Goethe._ 1277 MANNERS. The distinguishing trait of people accustomed to good society is a calm, imperturbable quiet, which pervades all their actions and habits, from the greatest to the least. They eat in quiet, move in quiet, live in quiet, and lose their wife, or even their money in quiet; while others cannot take up either a spoon, or an affront, without making such an amazing noise about it. --_Bulwer-Lytton._ 1278 Manners are the shadows of virtue. --_Sydney Smith._ 1279 Vulgar people can't be still. --_O. W. Holmes._ 1280 In society want of sense is not so unpardonable as want of manners. --_Lavater._ 1281 The wealthy and the noble when they expend large sums in decorating their houses with the rare and costly efforts of genius, with busts, and with cartoons from the pencil of a Raphael, are to be commended, if they do not stand still _here_, but go on to bestow some pains and cost, that the master himself be not inferior to the mansion, and that the owner be not the only thing that is _little_, amidst everything else that is _great_. The house may draw visitors, but it is the possessor alone that can detain them. 1282 Marriage is the bloom or blight of all men's happiness. --_Byron._ 1283 A MAIDEN'S TRUST IN MARRIAGE. There is no one thing more lovely in this life, more full of the divine courage, than when a young maiden, from her past life, from her happy childhood, when she rambled over every field and moor around her home; when a mother anticipated her wants and soothed her little cares, when her brothers and sisters grew from merry playmates, to loving, trustful friends; from Christmas gatherings and romps, the summer festivals in bower or garden; from the secure backgrounds of her childhood, and girlhood, and maidenhood, looks out into the dark and unilluminated future away from all that, and yet unterrified, undaunted, leans her fair cheek upon her lover's breast, and whispers--"Dear heart! I cannot see, but I believe. The past was beautiful, but the future I can trust--with thee!" --_Hunt._ 1284