He gives double who gives unasked. 230 He that cheats me aince (once) shame fa him; but he that cheats me twice shame fa me. --_Scotch._ 231 The cheek Is apter than the tongue, to tell an errand. --_Shakespeare._ 232 If you have a word of cheer, Speak it, while I am alive to hear. _Margaret Preston._ 233 You find yourself refreshed by the presence of cheerful people. Why not make earnest effort to confer that pleasure on others? --_L. M. Child._ 234 Cheerfulness smoothes the road of life. --_German._ 235 Cheerfulness is full of significance: it suggests good health, a clear conscience, and a soul at peace with all human nature. --_Charles Kingsley._ 236 Chide a friend in private, and praise him in public. --_Solon._ 237 A CHILD'S SERMON. A writer once told how a little child preached a sermon to him. "Is your father at home?" I asked a small child at our village doctor's doorstep. "No," she said, "he's away." "Where do you think I could find him?" "Well," she said, with a considering air, "you've got to look for some place where people are sick or hurt, or something like that. I don't know where he is, but he's helping somewhere." 238 A SLEEPING CHILD. How happy are thy days! How sweet thy repose! How calm thy rest! Thou slumberest upon the earth more soundly than many a miser and worldling upon his bed of down. And the reason is--that thou hast a gracious God and an easy conscience. A stranger to all care, thou awakest only to resume thy play, or ask for food to satisfy thy hunger. 239 A full-blown rose besprinkled with the purest dew, is not so beautiful as a child blushing beneath her parents' displeasure, and shedding tears of sorrow for her fault. 240 A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. --_Longfellow._ 241 He who does not correct his own child, will later beat his own breast. 242 The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother. --_Napoleon._ 243 A child's eyes! Those clear wells of undefiled thought! What on earth can be more beautiful! Full of hope, love, and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest! In joy, how sparkling! In sympathy, how tender! --_Mrs. Norton._ 244 These little shoes! How proud she was of these! Can you forget how, sitting on your knees, She used to prattle volubly, and raise Her tiny feet to win your wondering praise? --_William Canton._ 245