And at sixty, after his father is dead, he thinks he was the smartest man that ever lived. 1817 A son who loves his home is a joy to his parents. 1818 A man who has got a good son-in-law, has gained a son; but he who has found a bad one, has lost a daughter. 1819 Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopped, doth burn the heart to cinders. --_Shakespeare._ 1820 Sorrow's best antidote is employment. 1821 There are people who are always anticipating trouble, and in this way they manage to enjoy many sorrows that never really happen to them. --_H. W. Shaw._ 1822 The love of the poor, to the poor, is often remarked: Privation and sorrow knit hearts as no bands of gold can. --_Thos. D. Brown._ 1823 If hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offense, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did commit. --_Shakespeare._ 1825 When sorrow is asleep wake it not. 1826 All sorrows are bearable if there is bread. --_Don Quixote._ 1827 Let your thoughts dwell on your blessings, and you will forget your miseries. --_Gestfeld._ 1828 BRIEF PULSATIONS OF JOY. The little that I have seen in the world, and known of the history of mankind, teaches me to look upon their errors in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the tears of regret, the feebleness of purpose, the scorn of the world that has little charity, the desolation of the soul's sanctuary, and threatening voices within, health gone, happiness gone,--I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hands it came. --_Longfellow._ 1829 Sum up at night what thou hast done by day, And in the morning what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul, mark the decay And growth of it; since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree. --_George Herbert._ 1830 SOMEWHERE. Somewhere, beyond the limitless space, That mantles the stars, there is a place; A beautiful place, where angels dwell. Somewhere--but just where, no one can tell. Nowhere on this realm, from pole to pole, Did God appoint a home for the soul; Yet "somewhere," above yon starry dome There's a "house not made with hands," a home. There, all is fragrant with sweet perfume That falls from flowers which ever bloom; In that far-off unknown land so fair. Where the great Redeemer dwells--'tis there. 1831